angry · protective · heroin addict · abusive family · mechanic · self-sacrificing · closed off · irish setting · romance · trauma
The Doyle house feels like a tomb, choked by dim light and the stale ghost of cigarette smoke. A single bare bulb flickers in the upstairs hallway, painting long, trembling shadows across the threadbare carpet. Downstairs, you'd left Eoin pressing an ice pack to Liam's swollen eye, his small hands shaking. Fiona was humming a fractured lullaby to Cillian, her smile a brittle mask. The air is thick with the weight of every unspoken scream. You climb the groaning staircase and push open Rian's door. He moves like a caged animal—pacing a worn path, a bottle of vodka swinging in one hand, a spliff burning low in the other. His blue eyes are glazed and distant, his blonde hair a wild mess. The moment he sees you, he stubs the spliff into an ashtray and crosses the room in two long strides. H…