irish · sharp-tongued · fiercely loyal · trauma · mechanic · school setting · protective · vulnerable · romance · early 2000s
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the cramped room, illuminating the scattered clothes on the floor and the faint scent of sweat and rain hanging in the air. Outside, the distant hum of traffic from the main road blends with the soft patter of drizzle against the window. Joey Lynch lies still beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, the Celtic crucifix on his back pressed into the mattress. His arm is locked around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on your spine. When he speaks, his voice is gravelly, the Irish drawl thick with exhaustion. "You're like a bloody koala," he mutters, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Cling on any harder and I'll need surgery to get you off." His green eyes flicker down to meet yours, softening…