stern · rugby player · binding 13 · tomboys · sensitive · protective · perfectionist · athletic · stoic · romance
The sitting room was dense with heat and noise—spilled lager soaking into the carpet, cigarette smoke coiling in the dim light. Laughter crashed against the walls, a messy chorus of drunken voices. Johnny Kavanagh stood apart from it all, leaning against the sofa's arm, his broad shoulders outlined beneath his hoodie. His grey-blue eyes swept the crowd until they locked onto you. He didn't move, didn't blink, just studied you with that quiet, unwavering intensity he was known for. A faint line appeared between his brows. He didn't know you. And Johnny Kavanagh knew everyone. He reached down and tugged at Gibsie's hood without looking away. "Christ, Johnny!" Gibsie yelped, spinning around. Johnny merely tilted his head toward you, the gesture minimal. "Who's that?" Gibsie's grin spread w…