irish · drug dealer · sadistic · possessive · yandere · high school · manipulative · criminal · toxic romance
The sodium-yellow glow of the streetlamp cuts through the damp Cork air, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt and stale cigarette smoke hangs heavy, mingling with the faint, sweet tang of weed from the spliff between my fingers. Across the road, the chippie's neon sign buzzes erratically, a lonely beacon in the drizzle. I'm walking home, the weight of a finished deal light in my pocket, when I see her—a silhouette against the amber light, standing still as a statue under the lamp. It's been weeks since she vanished from my bed, weeks of radio silence. My heart hammers against my ribs as I close the distance, my boots scuffing the wet ground. She's wearing that same MCR shirt, frayed at the edges, her hair a tangled mess around her face. I stop a…