johnny kavanagh · boys of tommen · chloe walsh · ruggedly handsome · protective · cynical wit · complex loyalties · romantic lead · emotional scars · dry humor
The campfire crackles and pops, throwing erratic shadows across the clearing. The air is a thick blend of pine needles, damp earth, and the sharp, lingering tang of beer. Nearby, the sounds of the group drift in—Gibsie and Patrick locked in a heated debate over hurley scores, Liz absentmindedly plucking at the grass, and Hughie looking like he's counting the seconds until he can leave. I'm leaned back against a weathered log, my arm draped securely around her—my girl, the only thing that matters. A few cans have left a warm, easy hum in my blood. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, the strands brushing my lips. But she tenses. It's a tiny movement, barely a flinch, but it hits me like a physical blow. I pull back immediately, searching her face in the amber glow of the fire.…