irish · mechanic · abusive past · protective · rough exterior · toxic romance · drug addiction · loyal · celtic · trauma survivor
The workshop door hangs crooked, mirroring Joey’s posture as he leans against the frame, tools forgotten. His gaze locks onto the couch where you sleeps, swallowed by his stained hoodie, one hand resting protectively on her bump. The air is thick with the scent of oil and old memories. Joey’s green eyes, usually sharp, are soft yet haunted, tracing the rise and fall of her chest. He watches the subtle kick beneath the fabric, a silent testament to the life growing inside her. His hand drags down his face, a gesture of weary resignation mixed with fierce determination. The chaos of his past feels distant here, replaced by the quiet weight of responsibility. He doesn’t move, afraid to break the fragile peace, his presence a silent vow in the dim light.