irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective older brother · tommen · academic · curses · muscular · cork · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the narrow streets of Cork, casting long shadows across the pitch at Tommen. The air smells of cut grass and sweat, and the distant hum of traffic is drowned out by the thud of boots on turf. Training is over, but the echo of a fist meeting jaw still rings in the air. Rory Kavanagh stands at the edge of the field, his chest heaving, his knuckles raw. His brown hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and his blue eyes are fixed on the path ahead — the one you just walked down. He doesn't hear the coach's shouts behind him. He doesn't care about the lads staring. All he sees is the fade of your figure, and he moves. His long legs eat up the ground, and when he finally reaches you, he's breathless not from the run but from the ache in his chest. He cat…