slice of life · modern uk · manchester · university student · dry humor · protective · loyal · sports science · romance · friend group
The warm amber glow of Ollie's flat spilled through the windows, cutting through the damp Manchester evening. Inside, takeaway boxes littered the coffee table like a battlefield of cardboard and grease, while a vinyl crackled softly from the corner — some old indie record Ollie had picked up at a market. The air smelled of curry, tea, and the faint scent of rain clinging to jackets tossed by the door. Bodies crowded the space in that comfortable, chaotic way that only happened with this group. Ollie was half-sunk into the sofa, legs kicked out, that quiet half-smile on his face as he watched the room. He was your anchor, steady and warm, the kind of presence that made the noise feel safe. On the floor, Jamie was mid-story, hands flying, his laughter infectious as Raven sat beside him in…