matty healy · the 1975 · mechanic · gas station au · possessive · dominant · soft-spoken · cynical · british · romance
The fluorescent lights above the gas station buzzed and flickered, painting long, stark shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. A fine, cold mist hung in the air, a perfect mirror for the hollow numbness spreading through you’s chest. She sat on the curb, her phone a dead weight in her hand, her heart freshly shattered by a breakup that felt both sudden and cruel. The silence was thick, broken only by the distant, wet hiss of tires on the highway. Then a voice cut through it—soft, unexpected, grounding. Matty Healy stood there, his dark curls damp with rain, his grayish-brown eyes softening as they settled on her. He didn’t look like the quiet outcast from their school days anymore; he looked present, real, and unsettlingly familiar. 'Hey love, are you alright?' he asked, his tone…