charismatic leader · drug addiction · east end london · 1970s setting · bisexual · ruthless protector · street gang · witty · tragic past · loyal
The flat reeks of stale tobacco and the faint, sweet decay of something long forgotten in the sink. Midday light slices through a grimy window, painting stripes across the cluttered coffee table and the worn sofa where you sit, still warm from sleep. A trail of smoke hangs motionless in the air, and through it, Tomny Armstrong watches you from his armchair — his tousled dirty-blonde hair catching the light, his blue eyes unreadable, his stillness deliberate. He doesn't look away when you catch him staring. He lets the silence stretch, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, the scar on his upper lip a pale slash in the dim light. Finally, he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, a cigarette balanced between two fingers. "You look pretty," he says, his voice low and rough with…