brutally honest · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · mechanic · irish setting · family drama · temper · father figure
The Irish wind whipped through the Upper Southside streets, carrying the scent of rain and teenage rebellion. Joey Lynch, a towering figure with emerald eyes burning like controlled fires, stood frozen near his car. His broad shoulders tensed as he watched you, his twelve-year-old daughter, stomp away in a huff, her resemblance to him painfully exact. The memory of Feely’s son lingered, sparking a protective fury that warred with his exhaustion. He knelt, grease-stained hands gripping his knees, trying to bridge the gap between father and daughter amidst the chaos of puberty.