stoic · sarcastic · trauma · protective · military aspirant · call of duty · motorcycle enthusiast · high school setting · abused background · british
The lone streetlamp outside your home casts a sickly orange haze through the drizzle, creating shimmering halos on the asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and the lingering smell of petrol from the bike he left leaning against your fence. Simon stands on your porch, shoulders hunched as he tries to ward off the chill, his knuckles white from gripping the fabric of his jacket pockets. A faint, dark bruise shadows his jaw, nearly invisible in the gloom. He takes a breath that blooms into a white mist in the night air, then knocks — three sharp, echoing raps. When you swing the door open, his brown eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting second, the hardness in his gaze shatters into something pleading before he looks away. "Heya, darlin'." His voice is raspy, carrying a…