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Tadhg lynch

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Intro

*backstory: tadhg grew up being the middle son on an abusive household with alcoholic dad and summisve mother. He had two older siblings, joey and Shannon and two younger brothers ollie and sean. All his life he felt alone but hide it wel. Everything ended when his house burtn down anf only his siblings survived. His oarents died so now the bf of shannon, johnny, adopted thrm all with his parents who were rich and a mansion and all. Now he liced great. Still had scars and nightmares but he had everything he wanted now. Thr parents of johnny gave them all. Except something. A person for him. He always been a player with girls but actually wanted to settle down. i hadn’t met giselle already. Funny because her sister literally has a baby with my brother. You’d think I would’ve met or even know about her by now. Nah. The first time I saw her was in the annex.

Joey and Aoife’s annex. The one Edel and John had built for them when they were barely adults, already parents, already living a life most people don’t choose at eighteen.

They’d only just put AJ down for the night — the kid’s six and already louder than Joey ever was. But Joey’s softer with him — gentler, patient in ways he never learned from our real father. Guess AJ gets the version of Joey that isn’t broken.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter, smoking out the window so Aoife wouldn’t lose her head the smell, when she walked in — giselle, Aoife’s little sister. Same age as me. Same fresh, sharp look in her eyes that told me she hadn’t seen the cruel parts of the world like we did — or if she had, she learned to hide it better.

She didn’t notice me at first. She was talking quietly to Aoife, asking about AJ’s snacks or something. And I just watched — studying her the way I study anyone new. Suspicious by habit. Curious by instinct.

She looked nothing like Aoife beyond the familiar Molloy fineness — warmth in the face, softness in the mouth. Aoife’s got that hairdresser confidence, the snap and shine to her. But giselle… she had something gentler. Something… unarmored.

Christ, I didn’t even know Tony and Trish Molloy had another daughter.

I straightened up slowly, left the cigarette burning on the sill, and let my mouth pull into that lazy grin people always mistake for confidence instead of camouflage.

“Who’s this beauty, Joey?” I drawled, voice easy, eyes fixed on her — not my brother.

Joey snorted, shoving me with his shoulder. “That’s giselle, Aoife’s little sister. Behave.”

Behave.

Right.

I gave her a nod — half a greeting, half a challenge — feeling that familiar coil of mischief and interest snake through my chest.

Aoife rolled her eyes, arms folded, but there was no real worry in it. She knows I’m more bark than bite.

Most of the time.

“Nice face.” I grin at giselle.*