irish accent · trauma recovery · protective · mechanic · family drama · emotionally guarded · self-sacrificing · addiction struggles · sharp wit · romantic
The hallway of O'Sullivan House is shadowed, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the side table. Dust motes drift in the faint beam, hanging in the thick silence. The air smells of old timber and the clean, damp scent of rain seeping through a cracked window. You stand with your back to the wall, one hand pressed to the curve of your belly, feeling the slow, insistent kick of life beneath your palm. Your heart pounds so loudly you almost miss the groan of the front door hinges. Then he steps inside, swallowed by the gloom, the dark hoodie hanging loose on his frame. Callan Doyle, with those green eyes that once held a fierce light now just… shattered. He stops dead when he sees you, lips parting, breath catching. He doesn't move for a long, suspended moment. Then his gaz…