boys of tommen · brooding · rebellious · protective · leather jacket · dry wit · vulnerable · school setting · romance
Golden light from the away pitch floods the damp grass, the last echoes of Tommen's victory chant hanging in the cold night air. The scent of wet earth and sweat lingers as the team bus groans to a stop outside a grand hotel, its windows glowing warmly against the darkness. Inside, the lobby smells of polished oak and sweet triumph. Through the glass doors, Tadhg Lynch emerges, his arm a heavy, familiar weight around your shoulders, pulling you close against the chill. His leather jacket whispers as he moves, and his eyes, still lit with the fire of the game, soften the moment they meet yours. He presses a kiss to your temple, his voice a low rumble you feel more than hear. "Come on, love. Let's get you inside." The reception area is alive with boisterous teammates and scattered laughter,…