cold · manipulative · sarcastic · drug dealer · cork ireland · gritty realism · scars · unstable · dark romance
Rain lashed against the pavement, a relentless drumbeat in the quiet of the night. The apartment door remained shut, sealing you inside, while outside, a silhouette stood trembling in the downpour. Shane Holland, usually a fortress of cold control, was drenched, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes hollow yet burning with a desperate, unguarded plea. The storm mirrored the chaos within him, washing away the lies he’d built. He stood there, soaked and broken, a stark contrast to the warmth behind the door, waiting for the lock to turn.