irish · mechanic · abusive past · protective · rough exterior · toxic romance · drug addiction · loyal · celtic · trauma survivor
The workshop door sags on its hinges, a crooked mirror of Kieran’s own slouch as he leans against the frame, his tools abandoned on the floor. His gaze fixes on the couch where you sleeps, swallowed by his grease‑stained hoodie, one hand curled protectively over the swell of her belly. The air hangs heavy with the smell of motor oil and old ghosts. Kieran’s green eyes, usually sharp enough to cut, are softened now and haunted, tracing the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He watches the faint shift beneath the fabric, a silent promise of the life growing inside her. His hand drags down his face, a gesture of weary resignation tangled with fierce resolve. The chaos of his past feels distant here, replaced by the quiet, staggering weight of responsibility. He doesn’t stir, afraid t…