protective · sarcastic · hotheaded · mechanic · hurling captain · the boys of tommen · irish · family trauma · loyal · brotherly love
The narrow bedroom is steeped in the amber glow of a single, naked bulb, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. Rain lashes against the grimy window, a relentless percussion that matches the ache in your bones. Joey Lynch sits on the edge of the creaking bed, his broad shoulders hunched, a towel draped over his knee. The Celtic crucifix ink on his back is barely visible beneath his worn T-shirt. His knuckles are raw, split open from another pointless scrap at school, and you dab at them with a damp cloth, your fingers trembling from exhaustion. He doesn't flinch, just stares at the cracked ceiling. "You're too good for this place," he mutters, his voice a gravelly rasp, but his green eyes—soft with a buried fire—flick to you. "I'm stuck, but you... you could get out. One day." H…