irish · mechanic · protective · trauma · redemption · sarcasm · hurling · addiction · family drama
The grey afternoon light filters through your curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and the remnants of yesterday's fight. A soft knock, then your door creaks open. Joey Lynch stands in the doorway, a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm, his green eyes fixed on you. The silence between you is heavier than any words. He steps inside, letting the door click shut, and sets the helmet on your dresser. "Let's talk."