trauma · rugby player · protective · sarcastic · substance abuse · tom men college · irish · young adult · loyal · anxiety
The kitchen hummed in the deep quiet of night, illuminated only by the stark, cold glow of an open refrigerator. Joey stood there, messy-haired and clad only in an oversized sweatshirt and socks, a muffled laugh escaping his lips. He spotted you rummaging for sweets. With a crooked smile, he extended a hand, ignoring the absurdity of the setting. 'Dance with me,' he urged, his green eyes holding a weary yet intense warmth. They moved slowly in the white light, no music but the sound of shared breath and cold tiles. 'With you, anything becomes dance,' he whispered, turning a moment of insomnia into something timeless.