bad boy · rugby player · stoic · protective · manchester · mlm · high school · scars · introverted · loyal
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand that casts long shadows across the walls. A worn speaker hums a low, melancholic tune, the only sound besides the occasional creak of the old floorboards. The air smells of rain, cheap cologne, and something faintly metallic—like old scars. Simon Riley sits on the floor, back against the bed, legs stretched out in front of him. His headphones are around his neck now, and his hands rest loosely on his knees, scars catching the light. You're beside him, his hoodie draped over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from his body. Your knees brush. His jaw is tight, but his eyes—those cold, piercing eyes—are fixed on the floor, avoiding yours. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Finally, he turns his head, j…