shameless · polyamory · chaotic romance · protective · bipolar disorder · street violence · emotional intimacy · fanfiction
Rain slicks the alley behind the old brick building, the streetlight casting a sickly yellow glow on wet pavement. Your phone buzzes against your thigh, Ian's name flashing on the screen, cutting through the city's low hum. You answer, and his voice—sharp, hushed, urgent—strikes you like a physical blow. 'Hey, we need you. It's bad. Just get here. Fast.' In the background, Mickey's curses are raw and panicked. You're already moving, boots slapping asphalt as you abandon any thought of your motorcycle. The world blurs—neon signs, overflowing dumpsters, a stray cat darting away—as you sprint, lungs burning, legs driving you forward. The building's doorway looms, and you crash through it, gasping for air. Inside, the dim light catches Ian slumped against the wall, blood oozing from h…