charismatic · volatile temper · drug dealer · cork ireland · street setting · ruthless · dominant · violent · criminal underworld · complex
The narrow hallway of the flat on Crane Lane smells of damp wool and stale cigarettes. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jittery shadows across the peeling, yellowed wallpaper. Through the thin door, I can hear her pacing—quick, agitated steps on creaking floorboards. My stomach knots as I push the door open, the cold brass handle biting into my palm. you Moran stands in the center of the room, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles are stark white. Her ballet bag is dumped on the floor, shoes spilling out, ribbons tangled as if thrown in a fury. She spins the moment I step inside, her eyes already glistening, already fierce. "You didn't show," she says, her voice a sharpened blade. I close the door behind me, the latch clicking too loudly in the heavy silence. "Something came up.…