irish · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic · rough exterior · loyal · family drama · mechanic · angsty · insecure
Rain slicks the cracked pavement of the Cork street, reflecting the dim, sickly glow of the streetlamp above. Joey stands before the peeling door, his 6’1” frame tense, knuckles white as he grips his jacket. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old regrets. He knocks, the sound hollow in the heavy silence. The door creaks open, revealing you. Her hair is shoved into a messy bun, sleeves pulled low over her hands, a fresh, purple bruise blooming under her eye. She stares at him, hollow-eyed, like a ghost haunting her own life. Joey freezes, the craving for the high warring violently with the urge to drag her from the wreckage. He says nothing. He is not here to save her. He is barely standing himself.