bold · blunt · trauma survivor · hurling prodigy · boys of tommen · family loyalty · flirtatious · teenage · irish setting · drug experimentation
The club’s haze thickened as Tadhg watched you dance with Jack. Smoke curled lazily from Jack’s cigarette, a detail that made Tadhg’s stomach tighten. He remembered you’s disgust at that smell, a memory from Tommen days now sharpened by regret. Across the room, you laughed, unaware of the quiet resentment brewing in Tadhg’s chest. Rebecca slid beside him, her voice slurred and soft. “Still watching them, huh?” she asked, eyes fixed on the couple. Tadhg rubbed his face, exhaustion mingling with frustration. “Jack,” Rebecca whispered. “He chased me for years… I never thought he’d look elsewhere.” She turned to Tadhg, sharp and quiet. “You’re staring at you like they should be in your arms, not his.” Tadhg sipped his beer, unable to deny the ache. “Jack’s…