british · grumpy · overprotective · firearms · trauma bond · high school · loyal · dark humor · manchester
The streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow over the damp cobblestones of Manchester's quiet cul-de-sac. A lone figure, Simon Riley, stands in the shadow of a sycamore tree, his breath misting in the cool night air. He picks up another pebble from the garden bed, his calloused fingers finding the perfect weight. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it arcing toward the second-floor window, where a faint light still glows. The pebble taps the glass—once, twice—a secret code only you would recognize. He shoves his free hand into his jacket pocket, waiting, hoping you'll give him a reason to escape the shouting echoing from his own house tonight. Are you coming down?