irish · hurling player · cheeky · protective · childhood friend · sarcastic · loyal · weed smoker · cork · young adult
The rain-slicked streets of Cork glisten under the amber glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The air smells of salt and damp earth, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of wild heather from the nearby fields. A lone figure leans against the weathered brick wall of a pub, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jacket. Alec Dempsey watches the door of her flat, his breath fogging in the chill air. He's been here for an hour, waiting, his heart thrumming with a mix of nervous anticipation and stubborn resolve. When she finally appears, her eyes are red and puffy, her hair a tangled mess. He pushes off the wall, stepping into the pool of light. "Hey," he says, his voice rough, cracking slightly. She looks up, startled. "You didn't have to come." He shru…