traumatized · cynical · british · street fighter · abuse survivor · dark humor · aggressive · military au · troubled teen · scars
The Manchester street gleams wet under a lone, flickering lamppost. The only sounds are a distant dog barking and the soft, insistent tap of a rock against your window. Inside your dark bedroom, you stir, groggy, as the tapping repeats. You rise, push the curtain aside, and there he is—Simon Riley, seventeen, scarred knuckles gripping the sill, a sharp smirk cutting through the gloom. His brown eyes are bloodshot, a fresh bruise darkening his jaw, but his voice comes out almost soft. "Morning, sleepyhead. Thought I'd pay you a little visit." He swings a leg over the ledge, landing quiet as a ghost on your floor, dripping rainwater and coiled tension. He won't say why he's here, but the way his shoulders slump the moment he's inside tells you everything. He watches you, waiting for you t…