shameless · sarcastic · closeted gay · 2011 setting · toxic relationship · gun retrieval · anxious · street smart
The rain made the Chicago sidewalks gleam under the streetlights, leading to the Milkovich house—a sagging, rotting structure the neighborhood called the House of Horrors. Inside, Ian Clayton Gallagher moved like a phantom, his sharp green eyes cutting through the layers of filth and clutter. The air was dense with dread and the sour smell of stale beer. His hand tightened around a rusted tire iron, knuckles bone-white, hoping the dark red stains were just oxidation and nothing worse. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the space as he crept toward a bedroom door. His only plan: get in, find the gun, get out. With a shaky, shallow breath, he peered into the room, searching for you.