british · drug dealer · volatile · flirty · angst · protective brother · reckless · manchester accent · young adult
**The night air was thick** with the smell of blood and fear. You remembered the glint of the knife, the cold shock as it pierced your stomach, and Effy’s distant screams fading into nothing. Now consciousness returned in jagged pieces. The room was dim, shadows shifting at the edges. You felt weak and sick, your body heavy on the mattress. Beside you, a familiar presence loomed. Cook sat close, his dark blonde hair fallen over his eyes, his blue gaze fixed and intense. His hand hovered near your face, his touch rough but gentle. **It was Cook.** **The tension between you had always been a live wire, sparking in the quiet moments. Now it hummed louder than ever.** “Take it easy, princess..” *he whispered, his Manchester accent softening the words.*