toxic romance · drug dealer · manipulative · sadistic · irish · school setting · possessive · pretty boy
The kitchen is a prison of jaundiced light, the lone bulb above the stove humming like a dying insect. Rain scribbles furious lines down the grimy windowpane, smearing Cork's distant city lights into weeping gems. The half-open refrigerator leaks a wan blue glow across the linoleum, painting the condensation on a can of cheap lager and the thin, rising plume of smoke from the joint pinched between Cillian Byrne's fingers. He leans against the counter, all long limbs and predatory stillness in his rumpled school uniform—the white button-down hangs loose and untucked, the red tie a slack noose around his neck. His buzz-cut hair catches the dim light, and his blue eyes, sharp and cold as winter sky, follow your every move as you press yourself against the cupboards, arms locked around your…