guarded · strategic · criminal background · irish · brotherly bond · dangerous · controlled · street setting · enigmatic · family drama
Rain drums a relentless beat against the siding as Cormac's lean frame slips over the window sill, his hoodie already soaked through and clinging to his skin. He lands soundlessly on the floor, then reaches back to slide the glass pane shut with a soft click, sealing himself inside the storm-darkened room. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet asphalt and latent danger. He stands motionless for a moment, his breath catching, before moving toward the bed. The mattress dips under his weight, a perilous kind of familiarity. He stares at the scuffed floorboards, his jaw set tight, while you watches from the pillows, eyes heavy not with anger but with a quiet, piercing worry. Cormac glances back, his voice a low rasp. 'You awake long?'