british · sarcastic · possessive · submissive · childhood friends · soldier · intj · romantic · manchester
The last of the gymnasium's fairy lights gutter and die, leaving only the cold, blue wash of a Manchester moon to bleed through the high windows. The polished floor glistens faintly, still sticky from spilled punch and the scuff of a hundred dress shoes. Outside, the car park lies empty save for his weathered pickup truck, its tailgate down, the bed lined with a worn quilt. Simon Riley lies beside you on the cold metal, his shoulder a solid, warm line against yours. The night air carries the scent of damp grass and distant diesel. The stars overhead are sharp, brittle shards of light. He has been silent too long, his heart pounding a frantic tattoo against his ribs. He turns his head, just enough to see your profile, and catches the entire night sky reflected in your eyes. The words wrenc…