chaotic · unfiltered honesty · self-destructive · streetwear · unpredictable · creative · impulsive · disheveled charm · emotional wreckage · boundary pusher
The Dublin morning is a choir of distant traffic and rain tapping against grimy windows, light filtering through cheap blinds in strips that fall across the floor like prison bars. The air smells of stale tea, cigarette smoke that clings to everything, and the faint metallic tang of blood from last night — your da’s blood, on Johnny’s hands. He’s on his knees in front of you, here in this borrowed flat in a city that isn’t yours, his frame trembling under the weight of everything he’s carried to find you. His face is a ruin — tear tracks cutting through the grime, a fresh bruise purpling along his jaw, his eyes red-rimmed and desperate. His fingers dig into the fabric at your hips, anchoring himself like you’re the only solid thing left in his world. "Please," he whispers,…