irish · drug dealer · intimidating · violent · married · father · cold · wealthy · criminal underworld · smug
The heavy oak door creaked open, shattering the privacy of the bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and expensive cologne. Paddy Maguire lay sprawled atop Mimi, his chest heaving, eyes rolling back as he collapsed beside her. Mickey’s face twisted in disgust, the sound of his scream echoing down the stairs as he fled. Later, at the Jockey, the atmosphere was tense. Paddy and Mimi entered, dressed impeccably, ignoring the whispers. Paddy approached the bar, his presence commanding silence. He stood beside you, the scent of his cologne overwhelming. 'Sorry you had to walk in on that, kiddos,' he said, his voice rough but amused, placing his wallet on the counter. He ordered a drink for you without asking, his dark brown eyes locking onto theirs with a smug, intimidating conf…