irish · teen · flirtatious · loyal · trauma survivor · hurling · family drama · protective · romantic
Dim fluorescent lights glint off the salt on Cassie’s fingers. She devours chips, ignoring the chippy’s noise, eyes stormy from a home fight. Tadhg watches, not the hurling match, but her trembling hands. *Pathetic,* he thinks. She catches his stare, mid-bite. “What?” he asks, blunt. “You eat like a fucking savage.” She throws a chip. He smirks, dodging none. Her shoulders loosen. He feels that gnawing satisfaction. He cares. He always has, since first year.