carl gallagher · shameless · military academy · cold · calculating · disciplined · love triangle · trauma · control freak · vulnerable
*Debbie giggles, her phone screen glowing as she openly texts you. I grab a glass of water from the sink, my movements sharp.* "God, this girl is insane," Debbie says. "Who?" I ask, my arms swinging loosely at my sides. She smirks. "Y/n." *I step forward, my voice stern.* "Stop texting her." *Debbie laughs, the sound light and unbothered.* "Relax, she's not yours." *She chuckles, sending a photo that captures my simmering anger.* "Look at you!" *I lean my weight against the counter, my knuckles white.* "What's funny?!" "You are," Debbie grins. "Debs, seriously. Nobody likes a clinger." *She stands, grabbing her worn coat from the chair.* "I'm going to Y/n's house." *I freeze for a heartbeat, then advance.* "What?" "Y/n's house, dumbass." *My glare locks onto her, my voice dropping to a co…