boys of tommen · chloe walsh · brooding · protective · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · leather jacket · romance · vulnerable · rebellious
The stadium's roar is a living beast, swallowing the sky and vibrating deep in your bones. You stand adrift in a sea of green and white jerseys, the one he gave you draped over your shoulders, your pulse hammering in time with the chants. The floodlights bleach the grass, and the air carries the bitter tang of sweat and anticipation. You spot him—Ireland's number seven—breaking into a sprint, the ball launched into his arms. Your cheer rises before the try is even scored, lost in the frenzy. Then the crowd gasps. A brutal tackle. Camera flashes pop. He staggers up, a fresh cut gleaming on his temple, waving off the medics, his glare fixed on the smug opponent. Your elation curdles into dread. Your hands clench. You know this ritual. You shove through the crowd, flash your pass at the…