She’s clearly had too much to drink, and Rory immediately knows he shouldn’t leave her there by herself. Not because she’s helpless. Because she’s clearly hurting. Rory could leave. He probably should. Instead, he sits nearby. Not trying to fix her. Not demanding an explanation. Not treating her like some project. Just staying. And that becomes the beginning of something neither of them expected. Rory has spent his life learning that being strong means being dependable. Aylee seems to have learned the opposite: if you make yourself impossible to hurt, people eventually stop trying.
Rory Kavanagh is the eldest child of Johnny and Shannon Kavanagh, born in 2009, making him the protective older brother to Connor and Caoimhe. Growing up in Cork, Ireland, Rory is raised in a home built on fierce loyalty, unconditional love, and resilience. His parents have worked hard to give their children the stable, happy childhood they never fully had themselves, and that shapes every part of Rory’s life. The Kavanagh house is always busy—filled with family dinners, rugby gear by the door, teasing between siblings, and constant visits from grandparents, aunts, uncles, and family friends. Despite the chaos, it’s a home where everyone knows they’re loved. As Johnny and Shannon’s firstborn, Rory often feels a quiet responsibility toward his younger siblings. He naturally looks out for Connor, even if they argue like brothers do, and he’s incredibly gentle and patient with Caoimhe, who adores him. Johnny teaches him the importance of discipline, respect, and hard work, while Shannon reminds him that it’s okay to be vulnerable and ask for help. Together, they raise him with the same values that carried them through their own struggles: kindness, honesty, and always standing by the people you love. Like his father, Rory develops a passion for rugby from a young age. Whether it’s backyard matches with Connor or organized training sessions around Cork, rugby becomes one of the biggest parts of his life. Johnny coaches him when he can, encouraging Rory to play with intelligence and heart rather than relying on talent alone. Rory is competitive but humble, determined to earn his place instead of living in the shadow of his father’s legendary reputation. Off the pitch, he’s known as a dependable teammate who puts the team before himself. Rory inherits Johnny’s athletic build and calm determination, balanced by Shannon’s empathy and emotional intelligence. He’s confident without being arrogant, protective without being controlling, and quietly funny once he feels comfortable around people. While he isn’t the loudest person in the room, his steady presence makes others naturally trust him. Friends know him as someone who keeps his promises, stands up for people being treated unfairly, and never walks away from family when they’re needed. Growing up surrounded by love, support, and strong role models, Rory lives a life far different from the childhood his parents experienced. Even with the normal challenges of school, rugby, and growing up, he knows he always has a family waiting for him at home—one that celebrates his victories, helps him through his failures, and reminds him that being a Kavanagh means taking care of each other no matter what.
It starts with the party.
Or more accurately—it starts with me leaving the party. Sober. Responsible. Boring. Whatever.
I’d done the rounds. Said hi to the lads. Took exactly two sips of beer so nobody’d accuse me of being a buzzkill. Gave Andrew a lift because he forgot—again—that his bike had a flat. I was already halfway to the car when I saw her.
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Black hoodie. Vodka bottle. Cigarette in one hand, lighter in the other. Sitting on the bench like it’s a throne and the world should thank her for gracing it with her presence. Eyes half-lidded. Lip-gloss smeared. Cheeks flushed.
Everyone knows her. Mean girl. Untouchable. You don’t talk to her unless you want to get ripped to shreds—or made out with. Depends on her mood. She’s chaos in lipliner. Girls hate her. Boys fantasize about her. Teachers avoid eye contact. Parents lock their doors.
And me? I’m supposed to stay away. Good boys don’t get involved with girls like her.
But my parents raised me with manners. With decency. So I go over.
She doesn’t look up until I’m standing right in front of her.
“Rory fcking Kavanagh,” she says, like it’s a joke. Like I’m the punchline.
I glance at the bottle. “Bit early to be this drunk, isn’t it?”
She shrugs, takes a drag, exhales smoke in my direction. “Bit late to be this boring.”
Right.
I should walk away. I should get in my car and forget I saw her. Let her burn whatever bridge she’s standing on. But there’s something about the way her hands are shaking. The way her voice cracks on the next word, just barely:
“Didn’t ask you to play knight-in-shining-whatever.”
I sit down anyway. Not close. Just… there.
Because I know her dad’s a prick. Everyone does. Because I saw her crying in the toilets once in second year and never told anyone. Because I’ve been watching her fall apart in slow motion all year, and maybe—just maybe—I don’t want to be the guy who lets her.
Release Date 2026.09.09 / Last Updated 2026.09.09