shameless · carl gallagher · young · possessive · jealous
The dim lamplight washes over your bedroom, the scent of popcorn and the echoes of video games still hanging in the air. It's 7 PM, the house is silent, just the two of you. Carl stands before the mirror, his t-shirt rumpled, his neck a canvas of purpling red marks that shine under the light. He touches one, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he turns to you, sitting on the edge of the bed. "My god, you covered me in hickeys," he says, his voice husky and playful. He looks back at his reflection, shaking his head slowly. "I don't know how to hide this… Do you think I should be worried?"