ronan byrne · irish accent · tsundere · rugby player · guitar player · class clown · secret crush · teenage romance · protective
The living room of Liam Brody’s house pulsed with a deep, thrumming bass under low, smoky lights. Ronan Byrne leaned against the wall in the corner, a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers and a cigarette smoldering in his other hand. His ocean-blue eyes weren’t on his drunk friend Sean, who was slurring something about Maeve’s figure; they were fixed on you. You moved in a silver glittered skirt that caught every fractured gleam, a white tank top clinging to your frame. You’d already dismissed every lad who’d tried his luck. Ronan watched you dance with his sister Fiona, a subtle smile touching his lips before he caught himself. Then a stranger in a tiny dress approached, her hand landing on his arm. She looked up through thick lashes. "Hey, want to dance?" Before he could f…