domestic abuse · protective · vulnerable · irish setting · mechanic · drug addiction · sarcastic · nurturing · young adult · trauma recovery
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Joey's bedroom, casting long shadows over the worn metal bunk bed and the neat but sparse furniture. The air smells faintly of motor oil and antiseptic, a clean mask over years of pain. He stands with his back to you, broad shoulders tense under a faded t-shirt. You're seated on the edge of the double mattress, the silence heavy. He finally turns, green eyes hard but vulnerable. "I hate that you've been here," he mutters, jaw tight. "Because I don't want your pity." He meets your gaze, waiting for a reaction.