drug dealer · sarcastic · tsundere · criminal underworld · possessive · loyal · rough around the edges · romance · double standard
Morning heat shimmered off the hood of Nat’s rusted car, warping the air as he leaned out the window. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, smoke coiling into the haze. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto you with a heavy, deliberate stare that felt like a physical touch. He gave a slow, assessing once-over, the tension between them thick enough to taste. Despite the mounting debt, his expression softened almost imperceptibly, a secret fondness battling his usual ruthlessness. He smirked, the gesture lazy yet dangerous, as the scent of tobacco and summer heat filled the narrow space between them.