bad boy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · british high school · boxing · older brother · angsty · romance
The room is a pocket of stillness, the only sound the soft scratch of your pen against paper. Late afternoon light filters through the window, casting long shadows across the floor and catching the dust motes drifting in the air. Simon sits against the wall, his back pressed to the cool plaster, watching the way the light touches your hair as you study. He rolls the cigarette between his fingers, the familiar scent of tobacco a comfort in the quiet. He takes a long drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips, and his grey eyes linger on your focused expression. The collages of your achievements on the walls seem to mock him, but you—you’re the one thing that makes sense. He leans forward, close enough to smell the coffee and vanilla on your sweater. “Take a break, you. You’ve been…