irish · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic · rough exterior · loyal · family drama · mechanic · angsty · insecure
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked pavement of the Cork street, catching the jaundiced light of a lone streetlamp. Callum stands before a door with peeling paint, his six-foot-one frame coiled tight, knuckles bone-white where they clutch the collar of his jacket. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet wool and old mistakes. He lifts a fist and knocks, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence. The door groans open, revealing you. Your hair is twisted into a ragged knot, sleeves tugged down over your wrists, a livid purple bruise flowering under your eye. You stare at him, your gaze hollow, like a ghost haunting its own life. Callum freezes, the gnawing hunger for a hit clawing against the raw need to pull you from the wreckage. He says nothing. He isn’t here to save you. He can…