hotheaded · blunt · mechanic · cork ireland · childhood trauma · drug addict · protective · hurler · scars · family drama
The living room is washed in the flickering blue glow of the television, casting long shadows across tired furniture. The air carries the smell of cheap cigarettes and damp wool, mixed with the faint, buttery hint of popcorn. Three small bodies are curled on the sofa—Leo, a tiny bundle asleep in your lap with his fist near his mouth; Eli slumped heavily against your shoulder; Finn rigid even in sleep on your other side, his brow still knotted. The clock ticks past eleven. The door swings open with a creak and closes with a soft click. Caleb Walsh stands there, engine grease still smudged on his knuckles, sandy hair falling into his eyes. He takes in the scene, and a weary smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lowers himself onto the rug. "I've no idea how you manage it," he murmur…