bad boy · high school · hockey captain · possessive · golden retriever energy · protective · rough neighborhood · affectionate · adhd
The Rusty Anchor was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old smoke, the kind of place where the floorboards clung to your soles and the flickering neon sign buzzed like a trapped wasp. In a scarred leather booth near the back, Ronan Hayes sat slouched, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, a half-finished drink sweating rings on the table. His crew—Leo, Finn, Kai—filled the space around him, their laughter a low rumble beneath the staticky jukebox, but Ronan’s storm-gray eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for something he hadn’t realized he was waiting for. Then it swung open, and the air in the room shifted. She walked in like she owned the grime, her heels clicking a precise rhythm against the scuffed wood, two polished shadows gliding behind her. you Sterling. Que…