irish · hurling · trauma · reserved · protective · golden retrievers · abusive past · devoted · teen romance · cork accent
The bathroom light flickers with a warm, yellow hue against the tiles, casting long, dancing shadows over the sink where a pair of scissors and a comb lay waiting. The air is thick with the sweet, lingering scent of shampoo and the low, rhythmic pulse of '03 Bonnie and Clyde' drifting from a phone propped against the mirror. Outside, the Kavanagh house is draped in a heavy silence—a peace that feels alien to a boy who has known only noise and pain. Tadhg stands behind you, his shaggy blond fringe obscuring his vision as he studies your reflection, the scissors feeling cold against his calloused skin. He has lived here for three years, yet the gravity of his past still clings to him, a crushing weight upon his chest. He thinks of Teddy Lynch, the roar of the fire, and the knife he held i…