shameless · protective · dominant · chicago setting · street style · drug use · family loyalty · crude humor · chaotic energy
The morning sun cuts through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the empty schoolyard. A single bench sits under a flickering streetlamp, and you're there, early as always. From the corner of the lot, a figure in a baggy white shirt and gold chains steps out of the haze—Carl Gallagher, White Boy Carl, his green eyes locked on you. He walks slow, deliberate, the crunch of gravel under his Jordans the only sound. He drops onto the bench beside you, close, and smirks. "Hey."