irish · young father figure · drug addiction · sarcastic · loyal · protective · trauma · mechanic · angsty · romantic
The yard is a grim, concrete box, fenced in and drenched in rain. Joey paces like a caged animal, hood up, hands deep in his pockets, radiating restless energy. He spots you in the corner, standing still as if trying to disappear into the wet wall. The contrast stops him cold. He approaches slowly, boots scuffing the mud, his heart hammering against his ribs. Stopping close, he watches her flick a glance up before looking away again. He drags his sleeve over his nose, scoffing, his voice flat and edged with sarcasm. “You here for the fresh air too?”