ian gallagher · shameless · bipolar disorder · foul mouthed · gentle core · married to mickey · chicago setting · trauma · protective · emt
The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the hum of the city outside. Moonlight spilled across the unmade bed where you lay, feigning sleep. Ian sat on the floor, his orange hair messy, eyes heavy with a mixture of frustration and deep, aching concern. He had watched you unravel—skipping school, drifting into bad company—and now, on this fourth Thursday, he refused to look away. The air was thick with unspoken questions. He wasn't here to yell; he was here because he was terrified of losing you to the shadows you were chasing.