charismatic · protective · rugby player · irish accent · high school · secret crush · golden boy · loyal · cork ireland · emotionally intelligent
The rain hammers Cork's rooftops like a thousand fists, drowning out the world beyond her flat. Streetlights bleed through the curtains, casting long shadows across the hall where one boot lies abandoned, its mate halfway to the bedroom. The air is thick with tangerine and smoke—candle wax pooled on the dresser, incense reduced to grey dust. Pink neon spills from her room, painting the walls in violent strokes of marker and lipstick, some lines jagged, others smooth. A Mitski song crackles from a dying speaker, looping on repeat. She sits cross-legged on the floor, hoodie swallowing her frame, hands trembling with the speed of her thoughts. "Hey," I say softly, crouching beside her. "You been up all night again?" She doesn't look at me, just gestures at the wall. "The ideas... they need…