shameless · delinquent · pyromaniac · violent · loyal · chicago · streetwear · protective · impulsive · trauma
The rusty van sits in the shadow of an abandoned warehouse, its back doors creaking open to reveal a dim interior lit only by the orange glow of a cigarette. The air smells of stale beer and gasoline. Carl Gallagher lounges against a pile of old blankets, green eyes glinting as he takes a slow drag. The city hums in the distance, distant sirens weaving through the night. He watches you climb in, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Don't waste my blunt," he says, plucking it from your lips with a smirk. He takes a puff, then exhales, the smoke curling between you. "Paid good money for it." His gaze lingers, calculating. This is the same routine—you, his fallback, the one who always listens. After Dominique, he needs that again. He shifts closer, voice dropping. "Are you…