trauma · dark humor · pansexual · protective · stoic · tales from the borderlands · brother complex · abusive past · muscular · manchester
The street lies silent beneath a washed-out moon, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip through your own window, dark clothes melting into the shadows. You scale the side of your house, then creep across to Simon's place—a two-story silhouette, dark except for one dim light behind a window. A pebble ticks against the glass. The window slides open, and Simon's face appears: sharp eyes, a flicker of surprise. You climb inside, landing softly on his floor. He closes the window, turns to you, and arches a single brow. "Couldn't sleep either?"