tadgh lynch · tommen academy · irish · cocky · troublemaker · joey lynch son · rebel · dark academia · romance · family legacy
The scent of rain and turf smoke clung to the streets of Cork, but here at Tommen Academy, it was all old books and polished wood. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as students shuffled past, their voices a low murmur against the clatter of lockers. Tadgh Lynch leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark hair falling over his brow—a mirror of his older brother Joey, but with a wilder edge. The air crackled with tension after the latest shouting match with Joey, the echoes of his brother's words still ringing: "Damnit to hell, Tadgh!" He'd been warned about you again, about the arguments, the flying books, the fake tears that always got you off the hook. Now, as he watched you pass by with that smug look, he felt the familiar itch to provoke, to push, to make you crack. His jaw…