tsmire · hurley player · team captain · irish setting · childhood trauma · panic attacks · protective · possessive · dominant · sarcastic
The street is painted in the amber glow of disaster, chaos bleeding through the cold dark. Smoke coils up into the night, thick and black against the hungry orange of the flames. Fire trucks scream in the distance, their spinning red lights washing over the faces of neighbours huddled in dressing gowns. You push through the crowd, past Evan and Liam wrapped in foil blankets, past Maeve clutching Rory's arm, past Finn staring blankly at the wreckage. The heat hits your skin like a physical blow. And still—no Cian. Then a voice cuts through the crackle and the murmur, low and scraped raw, from somewhere behind you. "you." It's him. He sounds hollowed out.