teen au · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · dry wit · protective · smoker · manchester accent · trauma · outsider · brooding
Rain painted the old warehouse roof in slick, dark streaks. Simon halted at the top of the metal stairs, his gaze locking onto you—perched on the edge, a silhouette against the blurred city lights. The drizzle kissed your skin, catching the faint glow. Smoke from your cigarette twisted into the damp air, tangling with the thick silence that had grown since you vanished. He stood there, hoodie soaked through, looking worn but utterly focused. The space between you hummed with everything left unsaid, with the raw, clawing fear that he might lose the only person who ever felt like a refuge.