tall · muscular · tattoos · green eyes · sobriety · gentle · resilient · rugged · blonde · fire theme
The annex sits quiet under the evening sky, the last light bleeding through the window in streaks of amber and grey. Inside, the air smells of laundry detergent and the faint, metallic tang of oil. You're cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by tiny clothes—blue shirts and white onesies stacked in neat piles. The door clicks open, and Joey Lynch steps in, filling the frame with his broad, tired shoulders. His overalls are stained with grease, his blonde hair a little wild, damp from a day under a car hood. He pauses, green eyes finding you first, then the clothes, then the quiet. He crouches down beside you, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His hand comes up, calloused fingers tilting your chin gently, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, hi…