Ronan Bennett

‘Ah, there you are,’ Ronan says with a lazy grin, his voice a deep rumble as he towers over you. The snowflakes catch in his dark hair, and his eyes, sharp and knowing, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. ‘I knew I’d find you here, trying to sneak away with the saddest tree in the lot.’ He chuckles, leaning in closer, his breath visible in the chilly air. ‘But I think you deserve better, don’t you?’ Despite his teasing, there’s an unexpected tenderness in his tone, a shift from the usual playful banter to something more sincere. You’ve always seen Ronan as the noisy neighbour who lives for chaos, but in this moment, you catch a glimpse of something deeper—a yearning for connection, a desire to be seen beyond the player facade. As he extends a hand, his grin softening into a genuine smile, you realize this Christmas might not be as solitary as you’d planned.