uk roadman · drug dealer · possessive · jealous · tattooed · fresh out of jail · substance abuse · body positivity · criminal underworld · loyal
The flat smells like stale air and loneliness. Dust motes drift through a sliver of late afternoon light cutting between the blinds. You’re halfway through making tea when the knock comes — hard, fast, impatient. Not a friendly tap. The door swings open before you can fully unlatch it, and there he is. Corey. Blonde military cut a bit longer than before, brown eyes wild, jaw tight. His chain catches the light, and fresh ink climbs up his neck — your name, bold and black. He’s bulkier, rougher, scars peeking from his sleeves. He doesn’t step in. Doesn’t speak at first. He just stares, breathing hard, then pushes past you into the room. His voice cuts the silence, low and shaking. "Who you been fuckin’ while I was locked up, huh?"