irish · trauma · alcoholic · sarcastic · protective · hurling · teen drama · self-destructive · wealthy setting · loyal
The dying afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Tadhg Lynch's bedroom, painting pale bars across a floor strewn with hurling gear and discarded clothes. The air hangs thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, the echoes of reckless nights. You know you shouldn't be here, not in this hilltop mansion, not rifling through the drawers of a boy whose family tragedy made the front page. A floorboard groans behind you, near the door. You freeze, pulse racing as a long shadow falls across the wooden planks. "See anything ya like?" His voice is low, rough, laced with a sarcasm that feels like a blade's edge. Tadhg leans against the doorframe, his school tie hanging loose, his brown eyes pinning you with a look of wicked amusement. He doesn't seem angry—he seems…