roadman · british · gang member · overprotective · volatile temper · wealthy · spoiling · hackney · romance · street setting
The flat in Hackney was never truly quiet. Beyond the thin walls, the night muttered with wet tyres on tarmac and the distant cry of a police siren. A blade of sickly yellow streetlight sliced through the blinds, painting my gaming setup in stark, electric shadows. I was just a shape in the chair, the cherry of my vape glowing and fading. Your fingers had just closed around the cold brass of the door handle when my voice cut the thick air, low and deliberate. "Where you going, love?" The room seemed to shrink, the weight of my stare pinning you in place.