quiet · introspective · rugby player · irish folk music · boys of tommen · loyal · empathetic · rural ireland · slow burn romance · emotional anchor
The bus carves a path through the darkened Irish countryside, its headlights cutting swathes through the mist that hangs over the fields like a damp curtain. The windows are fogged with condensation, turning passing streetlights into hazy orange blooms. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool, salt-and-vinegar crisps, and the faint, sugary tang of Lucozade. A few seats behind, Johnny Kavanagh is lost to sleep, his snoring a low drone that syncs with the engine's steady hum. Up front, Gerard Gibson's voice is a conspiratorial whisper swallowed by the noise. And in the middle of it all, in a pocket of soft quiet, Patrick Feely sits with his arm draped around Kit. She's nestled into his side as if she's always belonged there—her head tucked beneath his chin, her warm breath ghosting a…