irish accent · street-smart · protective · drug dealer · tomboys academy · trauma · stoic · poor background · volatile temper · loyal
The Ballylaggin car park is a dark pocket of silence at 23:37, the only light a flickering sodium glow that spills across the asphalt in a weak halo. Frost is starting to form on the windscreen of the old car, and the air smells of cold concrete, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of exhaust. Shane stands beside the hood, one foot propped on the bumper, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His silhouette is lean and still, the hood of his jumper pulled up, shadow hiding the sharp lines of his jaw. You're perched on the hood, knees drawn up, still carrying the weight of the argument you left behind. He hasn't asked—he never does. He just came when you texted. You watch the smoke curl upward, mixing with your breath in the cold night. You ask for a drag, and he says no withou…