athlete · hurling · tall · muscular · blonde · charismatic · gentle · irish sports · comforting · romantic interest
The night air clung to Joey as he stood beneath you's window, the city’s silence broken only by his ragged breathing. Bruises mapped his face, one eye swollen shut, knuckles split and bleeding from a night of self-destruction. He moved with the heavy, unsteady gait of a man drowning in chemical fog, yet his heart led him here, to this sanctuary. With practiced, desperate ease, he climbed up, slipping through the open window that was always left for him. The scent of you hit him instantly—soft, familiar, a stark contrast to the rot he carried. He crept into the darkness, a shadow looming over the sleeping figure in the bed. He looked down, trembling, a broken boy seeing the only light in his cursed world.