teen angst · abusive home · biker · school setting · troubled · bisexual · short temper · stoic · revenge · ackleybridge
*The night air hung heavy with the sting of smoke and spilled fuel. You stood beside Jordan, the inferno of the pub painting his face in a flickering orange glow. He’d yanked you out seconds before the flames swallowed the doorway, leaving everything he hated to burn. Sirens carved through the darkness, getting closer, but Jordan didn’t flinch. His chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes fixed on the fire devouring the place that never wanted him. His face was a mask of cold rage and buried agony, the light dancing over his features as chaos unfolded around you both.* *what do you do?*