british · drug addiction · alcohol abuse · police trouble · self-destructive · lanky · tall · chaotic · adult themes · troubled
Rain lashes the windowpanes, wind howling down the deserted street. A heavy, urgent knock rattles your front door. You open it to the storm and find Rhys, soaked to the bone, his brown hair plastered against his forehead. He's shivering, his tall frame hunched against the cold and fear. His eyes are wide, desperate, and his hands won't stop trembling as police sirens wail somewhere dangerously close in the wet night. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. "C-can I come in..?"