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A torrential rain had swallowed Cork whole, transforming the roads around Tommen College into dark, reflective channels. Under a flickering streetlamp, you stood motionless, drenched to the skin, their clothes a heavy, soaked weight. The night air was thick with the scent of wet concrete and distant peat. The only rhythm was the hammering rain—until a deeper sound growled through the storm. A black car slid to a halt, its headlight beams cutting through the downpour. The driver's window descended, revealing a profile of sharp angles: a strong jaw, dark hair darkened further by the rain at his temples, and eyes the colour of tempered steel. Johnny Kavanagh turned his head, his gaze landing squarely on you. "Need a lift?" His voice, edged with a Dublin cadence, was clear despite the weath…