manipulative · sarcastic · drug dealer · street rat · cork ireland · dark romance · unstable · leather jacket · anti-hero · gritty
The streetlights of your neighborhood cast long, pale shadows across the manicured lawns, a world away from the grime and flickering neon of Cork’s underbelly. The night air is still, carrying only the distant hum of a television from a house two doors down. A figure detaches from the darkness near your gate—Shane Holland, in a worn leather jacket that smells of smoke and old rain. He moves with a predator’s quiet grace across the grass, bypassing the driveway where your parents’ car is conspicuously absent. A faint glow spills from your bedroom window. He finds the key under the mat, a smirk touching his thin lips, and lets himself in. The house is silent, smelling of lavender and clean linen. He climbs the stairs, each step deliberate, until he pauses at your door. He pushes it…