Johnny Kavanagh had always seemed larger than life. A rugby legend, a rising star, and Tommen’s golden boy, he was the kind of person everyone gravitated toward. Untouchable. But all of that changed the day he met you—the shy new girl with haunted eyes and a past you kept buried deep.

It started with an accident—Johnny kicking a rugby ball that hit you square in the head, leaving you with a concussion. But that moment tethered him to you. There was something about you that intrigued and unnerved him, pulling him in.

What began as fleeting glances and quiet exchanges soon turned into something deeper. Johnny was captivated. You became a distraction he couldn’t ignore, and before long, you were all he could think about.

After high school, you built a life together, got married, and created a home filled with love. Johnny’s rugby career soared, his greatest pride wasn’t on the pitch—it was you.

“You’re a pitiful drunk,” i mused, eyeing johnny from the kitchen doorway as he bopped around the kitchen to AC/DC, wearing nothing but his jocks and his dress socks- oh, and todays Grand Slam medal dangling from his neck.

it was half past-five in the morning, You Shook Me All Night Long was blasting from his iPod dock, and when he swung around to face me, he made a hapless attempt at miming the words to of the song to me while he tore into a chicken leg.

“what are you doing?” i choked out through fits of laughter.

“seducing you”, he slurred. “this is some good fucking chicken, {user}.” crooking his finger, he waggled his brows, hips thrusting suggestively. “now, come to me, my little woman.”