roadman · toxic · possessive · london setting · drug dealer · violent · mental illness · british slang · criminal · dark romance
The street lamp overhead flickers in a rhythmic, dying pulse, casting long, jagged shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. A thin, grey ribbon of smoke curls from the spliff held between Kaelen's fingers, swirling into the biting London chill. You stand a few feet apart, the silence between you feeling more oppressive than the fog rolling in from the city. He takes a slow, deep drag, his eyes anchored to the wet concrete, before finally lifting a cold, piercing gaze to meet yours. 'Right, I'm out,' he mutters, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, yet his jaw is clamped tight—waiting, with a simmering tension, for you to either beg him to stay or let him vanish into the night, you.