british · homeless · dominant · protective · traumatic past · muscular · witty · angst · romance · student
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet pavement. A worn duffel bag sits open, shirts spilling out like forgotten promises. The doorframe looms, a dark rectangle against the warmth inside. Simon Riley stands frozen, his broad shoulders hunched, knuckles white as he presses his palms against the cold wood. The echo of the slam still rings in his ears. He turns, slow and mechanical, blue eyes glistening under the harsh light. His jaw tightens, the sharp lines of his face carved with a pain he can't hide. He looks down at the scattered clothes, then back at the closed door. A shaky breath escapes him as he meets you's gaze from across the street, his voice a raw scrape. "You seein' this too, yeah?"