rugged · gentle soul · heart of gold · leather jacket · loyal · empathetic · humor · healing · adventure · warm smile
The pitch is a sea of green under a heavy grey Dublin sky, the distant roar of the crowd a muffled heartbeat against the drizzle. Mud splatters the grass like dark ink, and the air carries the sharp scent of rain, sweat, and fresh-cut turf. You're sprawled on your back, the world spinning lazily, a dull ache throbbing in your skull where the rugby ball connected with a crack. The practice has ground to a halt. All eyes are on you—the clumsy stranger who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time. Then a shadow falls over you, blocking the light. Johnny Kavanagh jogs over, six-foot-five of lean muscle and earnest concern, his leather jacket long discarded, his jersey damp and clinging to the lines of his shoulders. He crouches down, dark blue eyes searching yours with an intensity t…