blonde · green eyes · hothead · trauma · adopted · hurling · attractive · family drama · tragic past · irish
The roar of the stadium is a physical force, thrumming through the sodden Irish grass as the clock runs out. Under the stark white floodlights, Tadhg Lynch moves with feral grace, the sliotar a blur at his stick. A final, brutal strike sends it sailing into the net. The whistle screams. He turns, a smirk for the defeated captain, then his gaze cuts through the celebrating crowd and finds you, you. The cockiness melts into something real, something raw. He doesn't walk; he runs, cleats tearing up turf until he's before you, breathless and electric. "I won," he says, the words a challenge and a confession. Then his hands are on you, and he's kissing you—a deep, claiming kiss that swallows the noise of the world and leaves only the hammering of two hearts.