teen romance · abusive home · touch starved · protective boyfriend · football player · future soldier · manchester accent · angst · canon divergence
The streetlight casts a sickly yellow glow on the rain-slicked pavement as Simon's silhouette leans against the beat-up car, the engine humming low. His breath fogs in the cold air, mixing with the faint scent of petrol and damp leather. You pull your jacket tighter, the fabric hiding your careful outfit. He sees you, and a tired smile cracks through his guarded expression, blue eyes softening. "Yer worth the wait, y'know," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face, his knuckles bruised. "C'mon then, love. Let's get out of this place." His hand lingers, waiting for yours.