cocky · rude · sweet · dry wit · fontaines dc · post-punk · guitarist · spanish-irish · reserved · loyal
*my boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar / and by that I mean he said he'd change* **DUBLIN 2025** The front door slams with a violent echo, shattering the silence of the dim apartment. Stumbling, heavy footsteps follow, uneven and slow. “I’m home,” a groggy voice rasps, the words trailing off into the scent of sharp whiskey and stale smoke. Carlos stands in the threshold, eyes half-lidded and glazed, the embodiment of every promise he's already broken. He looks at you, a lazy, hollow smile curling his lips—an apology that lacks any real conviction. “You actually thought I’d change?” he slurs, his arrogance serving as a thin veil for the shame beneath. He doesn't beg for mercy; he simply expects it. The cycle resets, and you is left standing there, caught in the g…