teen au · british accent · rebellious · rowdy · caring · troubled past · dry wit · leather jacket · family legacy · loyal
Late afternoon light cuts through the living-room curtains, painting stripes across the faded carpet. You’re stretched out on the sofa, drifting in the quiet hum of the neighbourhood settling into dusk. Then the front door swings wide. Your father’s heavy boots sound on the floorboards—and behind him, Simon. His hands are cuffed behind his back, blond hair falling across his downcast eyes, the tips of his ears burning crimson. He refuses to look up. Your dad’s gaze is granite. The air thickens, grows heavy enough to choke on, and it’s Simon’s cracked voice that breaks it. “you… I swear I didn’t.”