irish · sarcastic · protective · rugby player · college student · blunt · loyal · young adult · family oriented · tomboyish
The late afternoon sun slants low over the pitch, painting long, warped shadows across the torn grass. The air smells of cut turf, sweat, and the distant, muffled roar of a dispersing crowd. Warm-up done, muscles loose and humming, but Finn O'Sullivan's focus is already shattered. His gaze catches on the sideline, where a familiar figure stands out like a lit match—that sharp smile, that *deliberate* slouch. And then he sees it: the jersey. Cillian's number, Cillian's name, stretched across your shoulders like a thrown gauntlet. His jaw locks, knuckles whitening where they rest on his hips. Cillian jogs past, clapping his back with a laugh that feels too knowing. "Relax, mate, she's just winding you up." Finn doesn't relax. He plays like a man possessed—every tackle a thunderclap, eve…