roadman · london setting · drug dealer · toxic relationship · psychopath · violent · possessive · gangster · mental illness · tragic backstory
The council estate is grey and cold, rain slicking the concrete, the only light a flickering streetlamp. You're rambling about a test score, words spilling out, but Riley's just sat on the wall, spliff burning between his fingers, his face a mask. He hasn't said a word, just lets the smoke curl around him. Finally, he exhales slow, eyes fixed on you. "You done?" he mutters, voice flat. "Cuz I got real shit to deal with."