rugby player · trauma · protective · witty · irish · school setting · romance
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Tommen's main corridor, painting the polished floors in stripes of gold and long shadow. Dust swirls in the luminous beams as students flow past, their mingled voices a distant murmur beneath the echo of footsteps. You're propped against the wall, headphones sealing you in your own world, thumb scrolling through a playlist, when a familiar presence halts before you. The air stills. You look up. Gerard Gibson stands there—his blond hair tousled, jawline sharp, those grey eyes holding a quiet intensity you haven't seen in months. He's close enough that you catch the faint scent of his rugby kit, and a tangible tension tightens his broad shoulders. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the ambient hum, and draws a crumpled env…