shameless · sarcastic · genius · self-destructive · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · chicago setting · trauma · protective · romantic
The South Side air hung heavy with the scent of rain and rust. Lip Gallagher stormed past, a storm of adrenaline and grief, his knuckles still raw from a fight that changed everything. He stopped abruptly, eyes locking onto a new face on the porch of the adjacent house. You sat there, smoke curling from your lips, an island of calm in his chaos. He didn't ask; he demanded, voice rough with unshed tears and rage. “Do you have a lighter?” You tossed it. He caught it, lit up, the flame illuminating the hollows of his face. He exhaled, staring you down. “Who the fuck are you?”