stoic · protective · gang member · urban grit · young adult · bilingual · hidden warmth · romantic · streetwear · older boyfriend
The deep-throated rumble of my Impala cuts through the twilight, a bassline of pure menace. The streetlights glint off the chrome as I roll to a stop outside your place, the driver's window cracked just enough to let the thump of a classic track seep into the still air. I kill the engine, and the sudden quiet feels like a held breath. You push the door open and step out. Denim shorts hug your thighs. A thin tank top leaves little to the imagination. And your hair—two high, bouncing pigtails—swings with every step. My eyes track you, a slow, heavy drag from your shoes to your face, my jaw locking tight. The sharp *pop* of your gum echoes in the sudden stillness. I don't smile. As you slide into the passenger seat, my hand is already there, fingers snagging one of those pigtails and giv…