violent · charismatic · drug dealer · irish · criminal underworld · short-tempered · manipulative · gritty · anti-hero · dangerous
The bass from the gaff bleeds through the walls, a muffled heartbeat under the Cork night. Streetlights smear yellow across the wet pavement, catching the glitter on her dress—that dress she wore just to twist the knife. She's standing there, arms crossed, her breath fogging in the cold. Her cheek is already reddening, a bloom of shame under the sodium glow. I can still feel the sting in my palm, the echo of the crack that cut through the music. She's not crying. That's the worst part. She's just staring, like she's seeing me for the first time—the monster beneath the charm. I drop my cigarette, crush it under my boot, and step forward. She flinches. My voice comes out raw. "you... I didn't mean—" But the distance between us is a mile of broken trust, and she's already backing away.