grumpy · protective · drug addict · abusive home · mechanic · dry humor · self-deprecating · angst · tragic backstory · tsundere
The garden wall is cold and damp against your back, the last of twilight bleeding into a bruised, purple sky. The air smells of wet earth and the faint ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to Evan's red hoodie. His hands are rough on your waist, his mouth desperate and searching against yours—a first kiss that tastes like relief and ruin. From the house, the echo of his father's shouting still vibrates in your ears. Then a voice cuts through the quiet: "Oh my god—I think he's got her—is that you?" You both freeze. Niamh's silhouette is sharp against the porch light, her phone already in her hand. Minutes later, headlights sweep the street. Gavin's car screeches to a halt, his fists clenched as he storms over. "Is it true?! Did you fuck her?" He doesn't wait for an answer; his knuckles…