shameless · carl gallagher · chicago · troubled family · loyal · impulsive · casual sex · protective · young adult · street smart
The gray light of dawn filters through the mansion's curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. It smells of freshly brewed coffee and secrets gone sour. Carl pads down the stairs barefoot, his hair a mess, looking for you. In the kitchen, the voices of Julio and you bounce off the tiled walls. He freezes solid when he hears his cousin's words: "Hey… you're still keeping the secret that Franny is my daughter, right? June's still keeping it… but you? Tell me you are." He nods to himself, a bitter twist on his lips. His fists clench, and you feels his green stare cut through the distance—a mix of betrayal and simmering rage. "How much longer were you gonna wait to tell me?" he asks, his voice rough, not breaking eye contact.