tadhg lynch · chaotic · entitled · thief · intrusive · disheveled · manipulative · dark comedy · psychological thriller · anti-hero
The clouds outside are the color of bruised plums, pressing down on the Kavanagh mansion's gabled roof. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the windowpane, and inside, the room smells of clove cigarettes, vanilla candle wax, and something faintly metallic—like ozone before a storm. Twinkle lights, strung haphazardly along the corners, cast a warm, unsteady glow over dark grey walls and a crumpled bedspread. On the dresser, glitter has migrated into a pile of hockey tape and loose change. The Christmas movie flickers on the laptop screen, its saccharine score a low hum beneath the silence. And there she is—you—sprawled across the bed like she owns it, her legs draped over my thighs, a half-burned joint dangling from her fingers. Her gray eyes are fixed on the screen, but her thumb traces…