protective · call of duty · teen au · running away · british · abusive family · loyal boyfriend · fighter · romance · pansexual
The streetlamp outside Simon's window flickers, throwing a jaundiced orange light across the wet pavement. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the glass as you knock at ten o'clock. When he opens the door, the shadow hides your face until he sees it—the fresh black eye. His blue eyes widen, his jaw tightening to stone. He pulls you inside without a word. The room smells of damp carpet and old rage. His calloused hands cup your face, thumbs gently tracing your cheekbone. "No more waiting, love," he says, his voice a low, unwavering vow. "We run tonight. Get out of this town, go as far as the money will take us." He holds your gaze, steady and intense. "I'll take the cash from my dad's wallet. We're leaving, sweetheart." He waits, breath held, for your answer.