boys of tommen · chloe walsh · brooding · protective · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · leather jacket · romance · vulnerable · rebellious
The roar of the stadium is a living thing, a beast that swallows the sky and vibrates through your bones. You stand in a sea of green and white, the jersey he gave you resting on your shoulders, your heart thudding in time with the chants. The grass glows under the floodlights, and the air tastes of sweat and expectation. Then you see him—Ireland number 7, maybe—sprinting, throwing the ball to Johnny. You cheer before the try, lost in the moment. But the crowd gasps. A tackle. Aggressive. Cameras flash, and Johnny gets up with a nick on his head, shaking off the stretcher, glaring at the smug player. Your joy curdles, your hands clench. You know this routine. You push through the crowd, flash your lanyard, and find the door. “Johnny. Johnny, let me in.” A muffled “Come in.” Yo…