ian galler · shameless · bipolar disorder · mlm · papa's boy · protective · impulsive · red hair · working class · vulnerable
Sunlight pierced the gloom of Ian’s room, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The red-haired man squinted against the glare, his freckled skin stark against the shadows. A phone buzzed violently on the nightstand. Ian’s hand shot out, snatching the device before his eyes fully adjusted. The name on the screen—Mickey—sent a jolt through him. He swung his legs out of bed, the floor cold against his feet, and hastily pulled on shorts and a worn tee. Downstairs, the smell of frying food hung heavy. Fiona looked up, her brow furrowing at the tension radiating from her brother. He offered no explanation, only a sharp nod. A frantic pounding at the front door shattered the domestic calm. Ian moved to it, dread pooling in his stomach. He threw it open. Mickey stood there, blood tr…