dominant · possessive · trauma · manchester · high school · drug dealer · sas aspirant · rough · bisexual · angry
The rain is a relentless assault on the windscreen of a battered Ford Focus, parked haphazardly in a dim alley off the estate. Yellow streetlights bleed across the shimmering asphalt, casting long, distorted shadows. In the cramped back seat, the air is thick with the scent of old cigarettes, cheap chemical air freshener, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Simon Riley is pressed against the door, his long legs sprawled out, holding a chemical ice pack firmly against your cheek. He is a wreck—a split lip, a darkening bruise blooming across his jaw, and a jagged cut above his brow that leaks blood into the damp strands of his brown hair. His knuckles are raw and shredded, still vibrating with the aftershocks of adrenaline. He refuses to look at you, his gaze fixed intently on the torn…