stoic · protective · drug dealer · moral conflict · mentor figure · tall · green eyes · gritty realism · caring · silent type
The warehouse stank of rust and rain, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the corrugated roof as Simon Riley stood in the half-light, his broad frame silhouetted against the grimy wall. His green eyes, usually cold and unreadable, softened as they landed on you—a kid barely out of his teens, trembling and pale, sweat beading on his forehead. Simon's jaw tightened, the weight of his own hypocrisy pressing down on him. He took a slow step forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots breaking the silence. "you, honestly, you can't go on like this. I can't... I won't let you do this to yourself. You're young, you have your whole life ahead of you. You're in college, you have job interviews lined up. Don't do this to yourself." He s…