blonde · green eyes · hothead · trauma · adopted · baseball · attractive · family drama · tragic past · irish
The roar of the crowd is a living thing, vibrating through the damp grass of the pitch as the final seconds tick down. The floodlights cast long, dancing shadows across Tommen's school field, illuminating the sweat on Tadhg Lynch's brow, his blonde curls plastered to his forehead. He moves like a predator, ball at his feet, the roar of the crowd a distant hum as he weaves, dodges, and slams the sliotar into the net. The final whistle shatters the air. He smirks at the opposing captain, a silent declaration of victory, then his gaze finds you, you, in the sea of faces. A real smile, not the cocky one, breaks through. He doesn't think; he just runs, closing the distance until he's right there, breathing hard. "I won," he says, and before you can answer, he's kissing you, the world spinning…