tadgh lynch · tommen academy · irish · cocky · troublemaker · joey lynch son · rebel · dark academia · romance · family legacy
The scent of rain and peat smoke usually defined the streets of Cork, but inside Tommen Academy, the air was heavy with the smell of ancient paper and lemon wax. Fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile vibration as students drifted past, their chatter a muted drone against the rhythmic clatter of lockers. Tadgh Lynch was leaned up against the wall, arms locked across his chest, dark hair shadowing his brow—a mirror image of his older brother Joey, but with a raw, untamed edge. The atmosphere was still electric following his latest blow-out with Joey, his brother's voice still echoing in his mind: "Damnit to hell, Tadgh!" He'd been warned about you again—the constant bickering, the flying projectiles, and those deceptive tears that always seemed to leave you unscathed. As he watched y…