british · mechanic · college student · possessive · yearning · smoking ritual · gentle giant · call of duty · trauma · dominant
The last of the party's bass thuds from inside Johnny's frat house, muffled by walls and the rustle of weeping willow leaves overhead. Dew beads on the grass where you sit, back against the rough bark, the night air cool on your skin. Simon's beside you, shoulder to shoulder, his silhouette massive against the dim spill from the porch light. He brings a Marlboro Red to his lips, the cherry flaring orange, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw, the scar on his cheekbone, the dark hood of his eyes fixed on the sky. Smoke curls from his nostrils, and he passes it to you without a word—a ritual you know by heart. Your fingers brush his when you take it, and the silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. He watches you exhale, then his hand moves to the back of your head, gentle but f…