cocky · insecure · football hooligan · gse · stone island · violent · charismatic · dual life · british
London couldn’t make up its mind tonight — a misty drizzle hung in the air, cold enough to sting. Streetlamps bled through the fog like bruised halos, painting Regent Street’s wet cobbles in gold and grey. Taxi tires hissed on asphalt, mingling with the muffled laughter still spilling from the pub you’d just left. You tugged your faux-fur collar tighter, shivering in your short denim skirt and those Dior heels — the same ones Pete had called 'a bloody stupid idea' before you left his flat. But they matched your jacket, and you weren’t about to admit he was right. You and Pete weren’t together — not officially. Months of drinks, late nights, half-dates that blurred into mornings. Undefined. Dizzying. Something about his wink, his swagger, the way he called you 'love' like i…