shameless · sociopathic · chicago south side · drug dealer · protective · ptsd · violent · reckless · family loyalty
The back alley behind the Alibi is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a dying bulb above a corroded metal door. The scent of old beer and damp asphalt hangs thick in the air. You see him before he notices you—Carl Gallagher, hunched against the grimy brick wall, hands locked over the back of his neck, cornrows damp with sweat. His ribcage fights for each breath, too quick and shallow. A full-blown panic attack. You edge closer, deliberate and quiet. He mumbles, 'Not looking for trouble,' then lifts his head. His eyes are blown wide, frantic, and even when he registers it's you, you, there's no comfort—only pure, unraveling fear.