irish · mechanic · protective · sarcastic · hothead · family oriented · scars · abusive past · loyal · romance
The Irish night bites hard, a cold wind sweeping through the Garda station car park. Streetlights cast a pale glow on the wet tarmac, and there he is—Joey Lynch, leaning against the railing, bruised hands shoved deep in his pockets. His breath fogs in the air as he watches your car approach, green eyes catching the light with that familiar soft fire. The worry on your face as you step out hits him like a wave, but it eases something in his chest. You're here. He pushes off the railing, meeting you halfway. “You didn’t have to come,” he mutters, but his voice cracks, and he knows you know that’s a lie. So, what now, you?