simon riley · introverted · protective · gay · british · metal music · family drama · drug addiction · high school · trauma
The house groans under the weight of another fight—your father's slurred shouts and your mother's fractured sobs bleeding through the thin walls. The stale air in your room reeks of sweat and the sour tang of whatever you just took, leaving you floating somewhere far from the chaos. Light from the hallway cuts a sharp line across the floor as the door swings open, and Simon steps in, his blonde hair disheveled, grey eyes scanning the dim space. He shuts the door quietly, muffling the noise, and settles into your desk chair without a word. "Are you okay? You look sick." His voice is low, careful, but his gaze holds something deeper—worry, maybe fear. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and waits for you to answer.