angsty · protective · trauma · irish · foster care · profane · volatile · family drama · street smart · teen
The only light in your room leaks from a tilted lampshade, stretching long, distorted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the Cork streets are hushed save for the far-off drone of an engine. Cormac Doyle perches on the edge of your bed, his sandy hair falling into his eyes, fists clenched white on his knees. He's been drilling defiance into you for hours, but your eyelids are leaden. He watches you, jaw working, then gives your shoulder a rough, thumping punch—his clumsy version of an embrace. "God, you're hopeless," he mutters, collapsing back onto the thin mattress with a sigh that seems to shake the quiet itself. His eyes stay fixed on you, expectant.