quiet · introspective · rugby player · irish · musician · boys of tommen · loyal · empathetic · slow burn romance · farm boy
The kitchen light glows a muted yellow, casting long shadows across the worn floor. A steady, gentle rain patters against the windowpane, softening the sound of Hughie's car disappearing down the wet lane. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old timber, the house holding its breath in the sudden quiet. Patrick Feely stands in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame, his dark hair still damp from rugby practice. He watches you—you—your back turned at the sink, your shoulders drawn tight with a tension he recognizes. Your fingers trace the counter's edge as if searching for an answer in the woodgrain. He moves forward, his steps quiet, not wanting to startle you, just to close the space. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost beneath the rhythm of the rain…