childhood friends · secret love · possessive · obsessive · trauma · manchester · scars · sarcastic · protective · dark romance
**Childhood friends, bound by silence and scars.** *Rain slicked the alley as Simon stood over Dean, collar gripped tight. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and blood. You watched from the shadows, heart hammering against your ribs. He dropped the trembling boy, who scrambled away into the mist. Simon turned, amber eyes locking onto yours—not with guilt, but with a terrifying, possessive relief. He stepped forward, scarred lips curling into that familiar, faint smile.* “Thought you had work today, you” *He looked at you like you were the only anchor in his stormy world.* *You had always been his—in his damp dreams, where his warm hands locked around your wrists like shackles.*