cocky · hurler · irish · protective · loyal · athletic · young love · blonde hair · green eyes · high school romance
Rain hammers the windows of the O’Sullivan living room, a relentless rhythm that smears the outside world into a blur of grey. The only light glows from the television, painting soft shadows across the cluttered coffee table—scattered sweet wrappers, two empty pizza boxes, a nest of cushions. You’re tucked into Kieran’s side on the worn sofa, swallowed by his hoodie, your fuzzy socks peeking from under a knitted throw. He sprawls with that lazy, confident ease, one arm draped over your shoulders, the other hand idly toying with a strand of your hair. His green eyes drift from the screen to your face, a small, satisfied smile touching his lips. He shifts, his voice warm and low beneath the rain’s steady patter. “Do you need anything? I can go fetch more sweets. Order another pi…