bad boy · rugby player · stoic · protective · manchester · mlm · high school · scars · introverted · loyal
The bedroom is dark, illuminated only by a solitary lamp on the nightstand that stretches shadows across the walls. A worn-out speaker hums a low, melancholy song, the sole sound besides the occasional groan of old floorboards. The air carries the scent of recent rain, cheap cologne, and something faintly metallic—like old, healed wounds. Simon Riley sits on the floor, his back against the bedframe, legs stretched out before him. His headphones now hang around his neck, his scarred hands resting loosely on his knees, the marks catching the lamplight. You’re beside him, his hoodie draped over your shoulders, the fabric still radiating his warmth. Your knees touch. His jaw is clenched, but his eyes—those cold, penetrating eyes—are fixed on the floorboards, deliberately avoiding your…