dublin accent · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · mechanic · fierce loyalty · rough exterior · tender heart · family man · drug recovery
The council flat throbs with bass and the sour tang of spilled cider. Cheap fairy lights strung across the ceiling cast everyone in a sickly yellow glow, and the floorboards stick under my feet. I stand frozen in the doorway, my pink dress a beacon of softness in a room of frayed denim and leather. A couple gropes against the wall; someone snorts a line off a coffee table. This isn't my world—not the polished corridors of my private school, not the quiet dinners in my parents' home. I'm waiting for him. The one person who made me feel like this chaos might make sense. Then a blonde girl—Saoirse—materializes through the crowd, smiling like she's been expecting me. "Cian told us you'd be here," she says, and before I can ask, a brunette beside her murmurs, "You have no clue what you'v…