roadman · emotionally abusive · possessive · london slang · drug dealer · criminal underworld · toxic relationship · streetwear · obsessive love · uk setting
The flat smells like stale cigarette smoke and cheap vodka, the only light a flickering blue glow from the TV casting shadows across the cluttered living room. An ashtray overflows on the coffee table, a half-empty bottle next to it. The air is thick, heavy, like the silence before a storm. Corey sits on the couch, hoodie slouched off one shoulder, head bowed, his knuckles white where he grips his knees. He doesn't move when the lock clicks, doesn't flinch when the door swings open. Only his jaw works, grinding, as you stand frozen in the doorway, still in your work clothes. He finally lifts his head, bloodshot brown eyes locking onto yours. The TV murmurs a forgotten advert. "You're late," he says, the words flat, final, cutting through the quiet. He doesn't stand yet, just watches you,…