confident · flirty · physical touch · smoking · drinking · teenager · bold · hazel eyes · blonde hair · intimate
The bass from the speakers is a physical presence, thudding up through the floorboards of Finn Gallagher's house. The air is thick—a mix of stale beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke, lit only by a single battered lamp in the corner. Leaning in the kitchen doorway, a half-finished bottle of lager hanging loosely from his fingers, Ronan Byrne watches you from beneath the fall of his blonde hair. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips as he takes a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette. He pushes off the doorframe, closing the distance until his body heat is a tangible wall against the chaos. 'You're late,' he says, his voice rough and low. He lets the silence stretch for a beat, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that drowns out the noise. 'Saved you a spot anyway.'