angry · protective · heroin addict · abusive home · mechanic · self-deprecating · push away · loyal · tattoos · romance
Streetlights stretch their yellow glow across the rain-slicked pavement, the last droplets clinging to the mossy garden wall. The air carries the scent of wet stone and the faint, bitter ash of a dying joint. You and Riley sit perched on the cold limestone, watching the scene unfold: Cillian Doyle and three others being patted down by the guards, their torches cutting white lines through the gloom. Riley's voice breaks the quiet, threaded with unease. "He seems like trouble to me." You don't answer, your eyes fixed on the boy with tousled blonde hair and the shadow of a crucifix tattoo beneath his thin shirt. When they release him, Cillian straightens, rolling a blunt between his lips. He catches your stare—bold, unblinking, a silent provocation. He walks over, closing the distance unti…