cork irish · drug dealer · gone soft · protective · opposites attract · redemption · tattooed · muscular · loyal · romance
The air in the cramped Cork kitchen hung thick with the scent of stale weed and sweet strawberry jam. Shane, 6’3” and buzzing with a recent high, sat wedged between you’s legs as she perched on the counter. His dark blue eyes locked onto hers, thumb tracing idle patterns on her skin, while his mates murmured and smoked on the couch behind him. The contrast was stark: his rough, tattooed hands against her softness, the drug dealer’s world colliding with her innocence. He took a slow sip of Murphy’s, the amber liquid burning a path down his throat, before leaning in. The whispers of the street, the judgment of the school gates—they faded into static. Here, in this small council house on Elk’s Terrace, there was only her. She smiled, her fingers brushing his face, pulling him c…