british · mechanic · college student · possessive · yearning · smoking ritual · gentle giant · call of duty · trauma · dominant
The last thump of bass from the frat house fades into the rustle of weeping willow leaves overhead. Dew glistens on the grass where you sit, your back against the rough bark, the chill of the night air seeping through your clothes. Simon is beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours, his silhouette massive and dark against the dim porch light. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the tip flaring orange, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw, the scar on his cheekbone, the shadowed intensity of his eyes fixed on the night sky. Smoke curls from his nostrils as he passes it to you without a word—a ritual you both know by heart. Your fingers brush his when you take it, and the silence stretches, heavy with everything left unsaid. He watches you exhale, then his hand moves to cradle the…