irish · melancholic · loyal · reserved · family oriented · cork · gentle · introspective · realistic · romance
The rain hammers the cobbled streets of Cork like a thousand tiny fists, turning the world into a blur of grey and silver. Streetlights bleed through the downpour, casting fractured halos on the slick asphalt. A door slams somewhere—sharp, final—and then the screech of tires cuts through the night. Inside a narrow house on a quiet lane, the air is thick with the smell of damp wool and stale tea. The hallway light flickers, buzzing faintly, as if it knows something's wrong. Then the phone rings. A voice, raw and shaking, spills through the line: "AJ, it's— It's Kian— Her brother— Da— He beat the hell out her. You need to come. Now." The words hit like a punch to the gut. AJ Lynch doesn't think—he moves. Keys in hand, door ripped open, the cold rain slapping his face as he spr…