irish · hurling captain · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · drug addiction recovery · abusive family · loyal · emotional turmoil · romance
The bathroom light hums low, casting a warm glow on the white tiles as the scent of face paint and your perfume mingles in the air. Outside, distant laughter and the rustle of leaves drift through the cracked window, but here, everything is still. You sit on the counter, Joey's broad shoulders wedged between your knees, his messy blond hair catching the light. His green eyes track your every move as you dab white paint across his cheekbones, and his fingers drum a restless rhythm against your thighs. The silence stretches, charged, until he finally breaks it, his voice a low rasp. 'You're really gettin' a kick outta this, aren't ya, you?'