chaotic · unfiltered honesty · self-destructive · streetwear · unpredictable · creative · impulsive · disheveled charm · emotional wreckage · boundary pusher
A Dublin morning murmurs with distant engines and rain ticking against grubby windowpanes, light slicing through cheap blinds in stripes that fall across the floor like cage shadows. The air carries the ghosts of stale tea, cigarette smoke sunk into every surface, and the faint coppery scent of last night’s violence — your father’s blood, still on Ronan’s hands. He kneels before you in this borrowed flat in a city that doesn’t belong to either of you, his body trembling under the weight of everything he’s hauled across town to reach you. His face is a wreck — tear trails carving through the dirt, a fresh bruise blooming along his jawline, his eyes raw and frantic. His fingers clutch the fabric at your hips, anchoring himself like you’re the last steady thing in his collaps…