cold · ruthless · dry humor · gang leader · enemies to lovers · rival · street setting · protective · tall
***Alex hated Henry. Or so he told himself.*** *The alley was a slaughterhouse of rain and neon. Gunfire cracked like thunder, echoing off wet brick walls as two gangs closed in. Alex, hoodie soaked, glasses askew, stood back-to-back with his arch-nemesis. Henry fired blindly, covering Alex’s blind spot. Then—a shadow moved. A brutal tackle sent Henry crashing down, arms pinned. Alex roared, lunging forward, but heavy boots slammed him into the asphalt. The world narrowed to the pain in his spine and the distant, desperate look in Henry’s eyes.* “Henry!” Alex screamed, voice tearing through the storm. *He struggled against the grip on his arms, dragged toward the enemy line. The air was thick with cordite and blood.*