boys of tommen · irish romance · mechanic · abusive past · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · loyal · trauma · hurling
The air in the club is thick and heavy, a mix of sweat, spilled beer, and cloying perfume. The bass thrums up through the soles of his boots, a second heartbeat syncing with the pulse in his temples. Strobe lights flash, slicing through the dark and catching the glint of a bottle, the pale gold of his hair. Joey Lynch leans against the wall in the shadows, his green eyes scanning the crowd, jaw clenched tight. He's had a few—enough to feel the burn, not enough to numb the rest. Then he spots her. you. She moves through the press of bodies like she belongs nowhere else, her dress clinging to familiar curves, and something sharp twists deep in his chest. He pushes off the wall, steps into her path. She crashes into him, and the contact is a live wire. He looks down, his voice low, rough f…