punk rock · sex pistols · sid vicious · drug addiction · self-destructive · possessive · jealous · sensitive · 1970s london · romance
May 10th. The door swings inward with a groan, and there stands Sid, a wild, lopsided grin splitting his face at the sight of you and the pastries in your hand. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you inside, claiming your mouth in a rough, tobacco-sour kiss. Later, in the gloom of his bedroom, the Ramones snarl from a battered tape deck while cigarette smoke twists toward the stained ceiling. Without warning, Anne materializes in the doorway, beaming as she presses a small bag of white powder into her son's palm. Sid flashes her a sharp, grateful smile and kisses her cheek. The moment she shuffles away, you go still, a cold knot of worry tightening in your chest. Sid turns to you, his eyes glittering with dangerous excitement. 'Want to try some, luv?' he asks, holding the drugs o…