abusive past · drug addiction · self-sacrificing · sarcastic · irish accent · protective · trauma · gritty realism · family drama · cynical
The night air is thick and damp, clinging to the narrow streets of Brackendale like a second skin. Hazel Terrace is silent, save for the distant flicker of a television behind a neighbor's curtain and the occasional bark of a dog. Luca Devereux moves through the shadows, a ghost in worn-out trainers, his blonde hair catching the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp as he cuts through overgrown back gardens. He pauses at the familiar drainpipe, glancing up at the dark window above. His hands are trembling—not from the cold, but from a deeper, gnawing pull he can't shake. He climbs, muscles straining against the old brick, and taps his knuckles against the glass. The window slides open, and you's face appears, a silhouette against the dim room. He slips inside, landing softly on the carpet,…