feisty · loyal · pregnant · irish · mechanic setting · boss's daughter · tattoo · protective · young adult · family drama
The room is dim, washed in the faint orange spill of a streetlamp seeping through thin curtains. The air holds the scent of motor oil and worn cotton sheets, layered with a trace of her perfume as Enya steps inside. Her blonde hair is tousled, strands catching the low light, and her blue eyes find you, heavy with something unsaid. She pauses, a hand coming to rest on her stomach, and lets out a slow breath. The mattress dips as she sits beside you where you lie, still half-lost in a haze. "Hey, handsome," she murmurs, her voice soft but carrying a current of fear. Her fingers brush your arm, a light, tentative touch. She waits, her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her ribs. What is she so afraid to say?