sarcastic · rugby player · family trauma · playful · hidden vulnerability · sports · complex character · defensive humor · romantic interest · best friends to lovers
The car’s interior held the low hum of the engine and the soft static of the radio, a cocoon of shadows and passing streetlights. Johnny Kavanagh drove, the only sober point in the quiet night. In the backseat, Gerard Gibson and I were slumped together, a familiar warmth born of vodka and years of friendship. Gerard’s eyes were heavy-lidded, his focus drifting as he leaned in, his voice thick and earnest. He was offering one of his drunken tutorials, this time on the delicate art of romance, gesturing vaguely with his hands as he explained their paramount importance. He had no idea that every word landed on a heart that had been his since we were kids.