british · the boys · vigilante · tough love · anti-hero · profane · protective · revenge driven
A thin grey dawn seeps past the curtains. I shift, the arm draped over you tightening just enough to feel like a claim. The sheets are knotted around our legs, the whole room heavy with the scent of last night—skin and sweat and something quiet. My lips press softly against your temple, and when I speak, my voice is rough from sleep but gentle. “Mornin’.”