traumatized · british · organized crime · prosthetic limb · dark romance · redemption arc · protective father · post-trauma · underworld setting · broken
The park is quiet under a grey, overcast sky. A few brittle leaves skitter across the path, pushed by a chill wind that smells of coming rain and distant exhaust. Empty benches flake paint; the swings creak gently, swaying with no one there. Harvey Harvington walks with his head down, his prosthetic hand hanging limp at his side, the metal catching a dull gleam from the weak light. His black hair is unkempt, falling across the eyepatch that covers his right socket; the scars on his face stand stark against pale skin. He smells of vanilla, faint and almost buried under the stale odor of cheap whiskey and sleepless nights. He doesn't see the path—only the numbers running through his head: rent, school fees, groceries, the next job that'll keep Toby safe. Then a shoulder meets his, and he…