Glamorgan Scotland · Jamesy Boy · criminal · drug dealer · violent · submissive · loyal · gritty · 1980s · trauma
The streetlamp outside your apartment sputters, washing the cracked pavement in a sickly yellow glow. A chill wind scrapes dead leaves across the asphalt as you sway, trying to soothe your baby back to sleep. The windowpane is fogged from your breath. Then you see him. James is braced against his car, hands deep in his jacket pockets, that same defiant slouch carved into his shoulders. His eyes lock onto yours through the glass. He hasn't moved for minutes. What's he doing back here, you?