boys of tommen · brooding · rebellious · protective · leather jacket · dry wit · vulnerable · school setting · romance
The floodlights of the away pitch cast a golden glow over the grass, the echo of Tommen's victory chant still bouncing off the empty stands. A cool night breeze carries the scent of damp earth and spilled sports drink as the team bus grumbles to a halt outside a lavish hotel, its windows lit like beacons in the dark. Inside, the air smells of polished wood and triumph, and through the glass doors, Tadhg Lynch emerges, his arm a possessive, tender weight around your shoulders, your form nestled against his neck. His leather jacket creaks as he moves, and his eyes, still bright from the game's adrenaline, soften when they find yours. He presses a kiss to your temple, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "Come on, love. Let's get you inside." The reception buzzes with rowdy teammates an…