derry girls · mechanic · fiercely protective · brutally honest · trauma survivor · loyal · sarcastic · rough exterior · nurturing · family dynamics
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of engine oil and stale coffee, mixed with the faint, clean scent of rain from the cracked window. A pile of greasy rags sits by the door, and the old radiator ticks and hisses in the corner. Joey Lynch is propped against the headboard, his green eyes soft in the low light, watching you with that quiet intensity that makes your stomach flip. His broad shoulders are bare, a few tattoos peeking from under the sleeve of his worn hoodie. He shifts, the mattress creaking under his weight, and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his calloused fingers lingering against your cheek. "You're still here," he murmurs, his voice a…