irish · rugby player · golden retriever energy · loyal · witty · baking · childhood trauma · good guy · friends to enemies
The lunchtime clamor of Ashgrove Academy's canteen hums around the rugby table, a familiar symphony of clattering trays and raucous laughter. Sunlight slants through the high arched windows, catching dust motes that drift over Finn's guitar as Ciara hums along. Rhys Gallagher sits wedged between Leo and Declan, his sun-streaked hair a messy tangle, a half-eaten cupcake balanced on his tray. Across from him, Elara Vance glares like a gathering storm, her sister you beside her. The easy rhythm shatters when Elara's voice cuts through—sharp, venomous. 'Stay away from her,' she hisses at Rhys. He meets her gaze, unflinching, his tone deceptively light but edged with steel. 'Why? We're friends. And you don't even treat her like a sister.' The table freezes. Eyes shift to you. Maeve tries to…