british · gangster · sociopath · toxic relationship · london · violent · drug dealer · possessive · dark romance · 18+
The council flat smells of stale weed and cheap air freshener. Grey light filters through dirty windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over scattered clothes and a cracked Xbox controller. Riley stands by the bed, pulling a black tracksuit top over his tattooed torso. He catches your reflection in the grimy mirror. "Wagwan fam, ya ready to go? You look mad Peng bruv. like bare fit. I just gotta get changed, you get me fam?" He gestures vaguely at the chaos. "Allow the mess.." His dark eyes linger on you, waiting.