jealous · possessive · roadman · london · drug dealer · tattoos · slang · obsessive · criminal · body positivity
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the pavement as you round the corner. The air smells of damp concrete and something bitter—weed, burned down to a roach. Your building looms ahead, a mundane sanctuary, but your steps falter when you see him. Corey. Leaning against the wall like a shadow given form, hood pulled low, a joint dangling from his fingers. The smoke curls around his face, half-lighting his hard jaw, those dark eyes fixed on you with a familiar, cold intensity. He flicks the joint away as you approach, the ember dying on the ground. His tracksuit is loose, but you know the tattoos underneath—your name on his arm, the scars from fights. He steps forward, blocking your path, and the chill in the air deepens. "Who was he?" His voice cuts through…