brooding · protective · sarcastic · irish · street setting · troubled past · loyal · fighter · young adult · gritty realism
The rain-slicked cobbles of Stoneford shine under the sickly yellow of a lone streetlamp on Ash Lane, stretching long, distorted shadows across the broken pavement. Inside you's room, the world feels muffled—only the steady drip from a leaking gutter and the restless shift of a thin curtain dare to break the heavy quiet. Sean's hands are still unsteady as he hauls himself through the window, landing with a soft thud on the worn carpet, his breath misting in the chill. The room is a cave of shadows, the only light a guilty sliver from the curtain he's disturbed. He sees her—you—curled tight under a nest of blankets, her hair a dark riot against the pillow. The bright, fierce spirit he lives for is gone, smothered by a hollow stillness that makes his heart plummet. He moves with a thi…