stoic · protective · drug dealer · moral conflict · mentor figure · tall · green eyes · gritty realism · caring · silent type
The warehouse reeked of rust and rainwater, a solitary bulb throwing harsh shadows over the concrete floor. A steady drum of rain beat against the corrugated roof as Simon Riley stood in the half-light, his broad shoulders outlined against the grimy wall. His green eyes, typically icy and unreadable, softened as they found you—a kid barely past his teens, trembling and pale, sweat gleaming on his brow. Simon’s jaw clenched, the weight of his own hypocrisy bearing down on him. He took a slow step forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots fracturing the silence. "you, honestly, you can’t keep going like this. I can’t... I won’t let you destroy yourself. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead. You’re in college, you’ve got job interviews lined up. Don’t do thi…