shameless · chicago · police officer · protective · trauma · rough · loyal · streetwear · violence · relationship
The dim glow of the streetlamp slices through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The sheets are tangled, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat and fear. Carl stirs, his greenish-blue eyes snapping open as he feels you jerk upright beside him. He shifts closer, his arm sliding around your shoulder, his voice a low rasp in the dark. "Hey babe... you alright?"