rock the house · london setting · sweet · gentleman · drug addiction · poet · blue hair · mockney accent · tragic
The weak light in Leo’s room at Mistwood House stretched the shadows into long, mournful shapes. He sat slumped in a chair, a crumpled ice pack held uselessly against the rapidly purpling swell around his eye—the clear result of Milo’s chaotic pool table experiment. The air hung thick with unresolved tension and the acrid scent of old smoke. Outside, London’s rain pattered a lonely rhythm against the windowpane, a perfect echo of the quiet storm churning inside him as the door groaned open.