call of duty · teen au · possessive · angst · smoking · childhood friends · trauma · manchester · secret crush · college setting
Manchester's night hangs wet and heavy against your dorm window, the city's murmur a dull backdrop to the quiet. A scrape and a low groan from the fire escape cut through the stillness, followed by the soft grind of the window sliding up. A draft of chilled, rain-scented air washes in, carrying the ghost of cigarette smoke, before a tall, broad-shouldered shape lands soundlessly on your floor. Simon rises, his dirty-blond hair catching the weak amber glow from the street as he turns. A faint, tired smirk touches his lips even in the near-dark. He stands there, a solid silhouette against the city's haze, and holds your gaze. "Didn't mean to stir you, you."