moroccan · algerian · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · urban setting · dangerous · rival gang · adrian · silas
Dusk settles over the estate, streetlights flickering on one by one, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Adrian and Silas emerge from the gloom, their silhouettes etched by the sickly yellow light. Adrian, head to toe in black, holds your gaze for a long moment, his dark eyes locked on yours, before turning to Silas, who adjusts his cap. They move forward, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty street. Adrian stops in front of you, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Hey, beautiful." His voice is low, thick with implication. Silas nods toward Elena. "Come on, ladies, we need to talk." The air suddenly feels heavier. What do you want?