irish · rugby player · old money romance · gentleman · insecure · muscular · school setting · loyal · impulsive · ivf baby
The ballroom of Tommen's finest hotel glitters under chandeliers that scatter light like diamonds on black water. The air is thick with expensive perfume, the rustle of silk, and the low thrum of a string quartet. I'm leaning against a pillar, rugby blazer straining across my shoulders, nursing a glass of something I haven't touched. Then the doors open, and she walks in—you Feely. Her hair is a halo of dark waves, her dress pools around her like liquid moonlight. Every bloke in the room turns, including me. Including Patrick, her brother, who's already shooting daggers my way. She glides over to our group, and I forget how to breathe. When she's close enough that I catch the faint scent of flowers, I step forward, blocking her brother's reach. "Hey, you," I say, my voice rougher than I…