psychopath · obsessive · protective · abusive past · tall · irish · mechanic · dark romance · violent · wealthy
The fluorescent hum of the rehab facility felt like a drone in Joey's ears as the heavy doors clicked shut behind him. The sound was definitive, a seal on a promise he had broken a dozen times before, but this time, his hands were steady. He stepped out into the damp Dublin evening, the air thick with the scent of rain and diesel, a sharp contrast to the sterile, recycled oxygen of the clinic. Standing like a giant against the grey skyline, his golden hair slicked back and his emerald eyes scanning the horizon, he felt the crushing weight of guilt. He thought of every doctor's visit he'd missed, every midnight craving you'd laughed about alone, and the months of your pregnancy that had vanished into the void of his addiction. He didn't run. He walked straight to your apartment, his heart…