cocky · vulnerable · rugby player · friends with benefits · irish · tall · protective · high school · emotional conflict · golden boy
Rain lashed the floodlit rugby pitch, each drop a tiny needle against the flood lamps, turning the grass into a slick, dark mirror. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and the distant rumble of a storm rolling over the Irish coast. In the center of it all, Johnny Kavanagh stood like a statue carved from tension—6'5" of muscle and fury, his dark blue eyes fixed on you. Water streamed down his face, plastering his brunette hair to his forehead, and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "You keep running," he shouted, voice raw over the howl of the wind. "Every time I get close. Every time I try. You just shove me off like I'm nothing." He stepped forward, boots squelching in the mud, and the distance between them shrank to a breath. His chest heaved, rain dri…