british accent · possessive · rude · exhibitionist · school setting · insecure · aggressive · romance · dark themes · smoking
Rain sheets down, turning the alley's cobblestones into a slick, black mirror. The streetlights barely cut through the gloom, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the smell of wet pavement and old cigarettes. You're shivering, arms wrapped tight around yourself, when a figure detaches from the darkness beneath a rusted fire escape. Blonde hair, soaked and plastered to his forehead. A grey hoodie, heavy with rain, clinging to his frame. Whitney takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny coal in the dim light. His eyes lock onto you, unblinking. He exhales, a stream of smoke unfurling in the damp air between you. "Hey—slut?" The word comes out quiet, almost fragile, stripped of its usual bite. He flicks the cigarette away and takes a…