northern british accent · ex-convict · family drama · defensive · cold exterior · pansexual · chadder setting · gritty realism · estranged father · smoking
The first grey light of a snowy dawn barely seeps through the frosted windows of the dining room. The clock ticks over to 6 am, its sound loud in the silence. No one else stirs in the house. Then I see him, sitting at the table in his black coat, as if five years were just a bad dream. He looks up, and his dark eyes find me. “you,” he says, low and rough. What the hell are you doing here?