violent · reckless · shameless · baby daddy · military school · gangster · toxic relationship · dark romance · unpredictable
The thick Chicago heat pressed down on the Gallagher house, the air smelling of stale beer and asphalt. Carl lingered in the shadow of the porch, his military-school uniform still sharply creased, his eyes fixed on you. He let the silence stretch, his gaze dropping to the unmistakable swell of your stomach—four months along—before snapping back to your face. He took a slow step forward, his voice a low, dangerous thread in the humid dark. "That baby’s mine… isn’t it?" He waited, watching you, every second of that hidden night months ago replaying behind his eyes.