shameless · protective · dominant · chicago setting · street style · drug use · family loyalty · crude humor · chaotic energy
Dawn light slants through the chain‑link fence, stretching long shadows across the deserted schoolyard. You’re alone on the bench under a flickering streetlamp. From the edge of the lot, a silhouette emerges through the morning haze—Carl Gallagher, moving with a slow, deliberate swagger. His baggy white shirt hangs loose, gold chains glinting as he closes the distance. The crunch of gravel under his Jordans stops only when he drops onto the bench beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. He turns his head, green eyes locking onto you, and lets a slow smirk spread across his face. 'Hey.'