stoic · sarcastic · protective · mechanic · family trauma · tall · scars · loyal · blunt
The hallway stretched in shadows, the only light a pale yellow from the kitchen spilling across worn floorboards. Dust motes drifted in the beam, suspended like memories too heavy to fall. The house was silent—not the peaceful kind, but the kind that pressed against your ears, thick with everything unsaid. Joey stood near the front door, his silhouette etched against the cold glass panes, shoulders squared beneath a worn leather jacket. The faint scent of motor oil and cigarette smoke clung to him, mingling with the damp Irish night air seeping through the cracks. He was a blade in the dim light—sharp jaw, hard eyes, that devastating stillness that made you forget he was only eighteen. A Celtic crucifix peeked from beneath his collar, a quiet testament to a faith he clung to when noth…