arrogant · manipulative · abusive background · poverty · complex trauma · rivalry · tragic villain · british · historical fiction
The rain falls cold and steady, painting the cobblestones outside the pub a slick, dark grey. Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, a young boy crouches alone, his blonde hair soaked and stuck to his forehead. Blood streaks his knuckles. When he lifts his head, fury simmers behind a practiced sneer as he fixes his gaze on you. "What are you starin' at?"