irish · trauma · protective · mechanic · rough exterior · loyal · angst · family drama · toxic relationship · scars
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing out the evening air. Joey’s oil-stained boots thudded against the floorboards, carrying the pungent scent of grease and garage. He ignored the chatter from the couch, his focus locking onto you, who sat amidst a sea of baby clothes in the annex. The atmosphere softened as he approached. With a quick, grounding kiss to her chin and a wink that masked his relief, he tossed a packet of Rolos into her lap—a small, salty tribute for his queen.