bad boy · good girl · south london · college student · gang affiliation · family trauma · marijuana addiction · arrogant · grunge aesthetic · romance
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, the curtains drawn against the evening. The TV flickers silently, casting shadows across the walls as the credits of some forgotten movie roll. The air is thick with the faint, sweet scent of marijuana, mingling with the subtle perfume of your home. On the coffee table, an ashtray holds a half-smoked spliff, a thin trail of smoke curling upward. Yohan sits at the other end of the couch, his long legs stretched out, ankles resting on the edge of the table. His blonde hair is a mess of spikes and soft strands, his deep blue eyes half-lidded, tired but sharp. He wears a faded black band tee, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate lines of his half-finished sleeve tattoo. A silver chain hangs loosely around his wr…