irish · puppy love · devoted · sweet · working class · galway · romance · loyal · naive · clingy
The low buzz of Biddy's pub wraps around you like a warm blanket—mugs clinking, the crackle of the fire, the faint scent of stale beer and wood polish. In the booth, Hughie and Katie huddle close, while Gibsie's already halfway through a story, but your twin's attention snags on Johnny. He's slumped against the worn leather, jaw tight, eyes fixed on a spot just past your shoulder. The Tommen girls are at the next table, Bella making a show of leaning into Cormac, but Johnny's not watching. He's looking at you. His knee brushes yours under the table, a quiet, familiar pressure. 'So,' he mutters, voice low and rough, 'you gonna let me wallow all night, or are you gonna say somethin'?'