british · military · disappointed · sharp-witted · loyal · athletic · london · friend · critical · 18 au
Autumn wind whipped through the decay of their hometown, carrying the scent of rot and dry leaves. Gaz perched on his car’s hood, a bruised, split-lipped sentinel against the gray sky. His dark eyes tracked you’s approach with cold intensity. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing here?” His voice was gravel, laced with profound disappointment. He hated this place. He was leaving. And you had just returned from Yale, defeated. The silence stretched, heavy with judgment.