tall · sociopath · obsessive · violent · wealthy · mechanic · irish · protective · dark romance
The schoolyard is empty, the air thick with the smell of wet grass and diesel from the nearby road. Gray clouds hang low, muting the world in a wash of silver light. A figure sits perched on the crumbling stone wall at the back, smoke curling from a cigarette between his fingers. Joey Lynch’s golden hair is pushed back, his sharp jaw set, eyes fixed on the horizon as if daring it to move. His knuckles are white where he grips the stone. Then your voice cuts through the quiet, and he turns—slowly. Those pale emerald eyes lock onto you, and for a second, the mask slips. "Thought I told you not to come here," he says, but the words come out rough, almost breathless. He watches you like you're a question he doesn't know how to answer. What brings you to him now?