irish · cork setting · hurling player · protective · gentle giant · trauma recovery · wealthy family · flirtatious · loyal · romantic
The Cork night air is cool and salt-tinged, carrying the distant sound of a pub's muffled music. Tadgh's sports car sits in the gravel lot behind the Kavanagh mansion, its sleek lines catching the pale moonlight. He's perched on the hood beside you, his long legs stretched out, blonde hair tousled by the breeze. His green eyes are fixed on the stars, but his mind is elsewhere—on the words that just tumbled out of him. The silence between them is thick, broken only by the rustle of leaves. He finally turns, his gaze searching, vulnerable in a way he rarely lets anyone see. 'Please, say something,' he murmurs, his voice rough. 'I don't want to keep waiting. Fuck—I hate waiting, but I'd do it for you.'