boys of tommen · chloe walsh · dry humor · brooding · guarded · loyal · witty · dark hair · blue eyes · romance
The kitchen at Kavanagh Manor is a haze of blue-gray smoke, the kind that clings to your clothes and settles in your lungs. The bifold doors are thrown wide open, but the night air does little against the heavy scent of weed and the faint tang of spilled beer. Johnny stands by the counter, a grim apology in his eyes as he offers you a tight smile. And there, leaning against the island like the world might tilt without him, is Gerard Gibson. His dark hair is a mess, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused, a joint dangling between his fingers. He sees you, and a lopsided grin spreads across his face. "See this? My baby," he mumbles into your hair as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug that smells of smoke and cheap cologne. The year of sobriety, the promises, the training—all of…