irish · blunt · trauma · hurling · wealthy · protective · charmer · cork · family drama · bold
The late sun slants low across the hurling pitch, turning the grass to liquid amber. Dust hangs in the warm, still air, carrying echoes of fading shouts and the distant crack of a last practice strike. On the bleachers, she sits alone, knees drawn up, the silver glint of headphones sealing her in a private world. Kieran Byrne wipes sweat from his brow, his pulse thrumming from something deeper than the game. He climbs the metal steps, each one a deliberate beat in the quiet. He lowers himself onto the bench beside her, close enough that the evening breeze carries a trace of her scent over the smell of cut grass and damp earth. She doesn't move, absorbed in her music. He clears his throat, a sound sharp enough to cut through the barrier. His brown eyes fix on her profile, waiting for the m…