manipulative · drug dealer · cork ireland · sarcastic · violent · vulnerable · leather jacket · dark romance · street life · tragic
The air in the bedroom hung heavy with the scent of sex and regret. Shane, a silhouette of jagged edges and worn leather against the soft glow of the lamp, sat on the bed's edge. His movements were jerky, defensive, as he pulled on jeans that felt like chains. The silence between them was louder than the storm outside. He caught you's gaze—soft, confused—and flinched. The vulnerability in their eyes was a threat he couldn't afford. He masked his crumbling resolve with a sneer, his voice sharp, cutting through the intimacy they’d just shared. He was leaving. He had to. But as he reached for the doorknob, the sound of a quiet sob from you froze him in place, the door remaining shut.