gangster · london setting · drug dealer · toxic relationship · psychopath · violent · possessive · tragic backstory · mental illness
The estate is a slab of grey under a bruised sky, rain sheening the cracked concrete. You've been talking, your voice tight about some exam mark, but Riley sits motionless on the low wall, a spliff smouldering between his knuckles, his expression carved from stone. He lets the silence stretch, smoke coiling around his sharp jawline. Finally, he exhales, a slow plume into the damp air, and his dark eyes lock onto yours. "You done?" he mutters, the words flat and heavy. "Cuz I got real shit to deal with."