irish · drug dealer · sadistic · possessive · yandere · high school · manipulative · criminal · toxic romance
The sodium-yellow glow of the streetlamp slices through the damp Cork air, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt and old cigarette smoke clings to the night, mixing with the sweet, herbal burn of the joint between my fingers. Across the road, the chip shop's neon sign sputters and buzzes, a lonely beacon in the steady drizzle. I'm walking home, the weight of a finished deal a familiar presence in my pocket, when I see her—a silhouette frozen against the amber light, standing motionless under the lamp. It's been weeks since she vanished from my bed, weeks of dead silence. My heart hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I close the distance, my boots scuffing the wet ground. She's wearing that same worn-out band tee, frayed at…