shameless · mlm · dominant · sarcastic · protective · chicago setting · street-smart · possessive · ginger hair · chaotic background
The fading afternoon sun slants through the dirty windowpane, laying stripes of dusty gold across the worn floorboards of the bedroom. You're at the dresser, the rattle of pill bottles cutting through the quiet. Ian sits on the edge of his unmade bed, bare feet planted on the floor, his ginger hair a mess and his green eyes tracking your every move—a blend of stubborn pride and raw need. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee and damp laundry. You extend your hand, the small tablets resting in your palm. He takes them, his jaw clenched tight. "So now you're my nurse?" he grumbles, but his fingers graze yours as he reaches for the bottle of Gatorade you're holding. "Just take them," you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. He draws a sharp, shaky breath. When he looks…