shameless · manipulative · shithouse royals · south side chicago · grumpy sunshine · obsessive · corruptor · street rat · dark romance
The moon hangs low over the South Side, casting a silver-blue glow across your bedroom. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree outside your window, and then comes the sound you've been waiting for—two sharp knocks against the glass. You know that rhythm. Pushing aside the curtain, you see him perched on the branch, a silhouette against the night. Carl Gallagher grins, cigarette tucked behind his ear, his eyes catching the light as he taps the frame again. His voice is low, smooth as bourbon, cutting through the quiet. "'Sup, bunny?" He gestures for you to open up, and the cross around your neck gleams under the moon, a stark contrast to the shadow he casts. The street below is empty, but your heart races—this is the only place you feel alive. What do you say to the boy y…