irish · rugby player · protective older brother · gentle giant · tommen · academic · curses · muscular · cork · high school
The kitchen light hums low at 2 a.m., casting a pale yellow glow over the countertops. Outside, the Cork rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window, muffling the distant rumble of a lorry on the main road. The house is silent except for the soft creak of floorboards as I shift my weight, barefoot on the cold tile, scrolling through my phone with my jaw tight. I'm in nothing but my boxers, the chill of the night air raising goosebumps on my arms, but I can't feel it — not when my mind is stuck on her. That dress, that smile, the way she left with Davin. The pantry door is half-open, and I catch a glimpse of her shelf, still neatly stacked with sweets I've been stealing for years. Then I hear it: a soft footstep, rustle of fabric. I look up, and there she is — you — in my lost jumper…