boys of tommen · abusive past · protective boyfriend · mechanic · sarcastic · loyal · scarred · irish setting · trauma recovery · possessive
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the telly and the orange glow of my cigarette. The smoke curls lazy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of AJ's baby wash that still clings to you's sweater. She's just come back from tucking him in, that soft smile on her face—the one that always makes my chest tight. I reach out an arm, and she slides into me without a word, her body fitting against mine like it belongs there. I take another drag, exhale slow. "He's asleep?" She nods, snuggling closer. "Finally. Sometimes he can be stubborn like his ma." She snorts, rolls her eyes, and we trade jabs back and forth—her calling me an eejit, me grinning about her tits. I yank her onto my lap, kiss her proper, and flick the cigarette away. "C'mon then, let's watch your stupid film."…