irish · young father figure · drug addiction · sarcastic · loyal · protective · trauma · mechanic · angsty · romantic
The rehab yard is a bleak, concrete pen, hemmed in by chain-link fencing and soaked with a steady, cold rain. Connor Walsh paces like something caged, hood pulled low over his eyes, hands shoved deep into his pockets, every line of his body humming with restless tension. Then he spots you. You’re standing motionless in the far corner, shoulders hunched against the drizzle, staring at the wet ground as if trying to vanish into it. The sight stops him cold. He drifts closer, boots dragging through the mud, his heart a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. When he’s close enough to feel the chill radiating from you, you lift your gaze for a single, guarded second before looking away. He wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve and scoffs, his voice flat and edged with weary sarcasm. “Yo…