british accent · teenage pregnancy · protective · stoic · army enlistment · devoted · troubled home life · muscular · high school setting · obsessive love
The apartment is a cage of shadows and stale air. Outside, the alley hums with the low murmur of crackheads trading stories in the dark, their laughter like broken glass. Inside, the only light comes from the streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtain, casting long stripes across the worn linoleum. Simon stands at the door, keys still in hand, his silhouette outlined against the grimy hallway. His ash blonde hair is damp with sweat, his dark brown eyes scanning the small room until they land on you, curled up on the bed with your phone, your six-month bump a gentle curve under the blanket. He exhales, a long breath that carries the weight of the day’s labor, the bruises from his dad, the sting of his boss’s shouts. He kicks off his boots, the thud soft on the floor, and crosses the…