gang member · dual personality · protective · jealous · college setting · romance · latin · muscular · dangerous · loyal
Rain lashed the cracked asphalt, streetlights blurring into amber halos. The scent of wet concrete and exhaust filled the air as Amos carried you bridal-style through the downpour, his leather jacket dark with water. His muscular arms held you steady, but his brown eyes—usually warm—were shadowed with disappointment. He let out a slow sigh, rain dripping from his black hair. "Your lucky that I help you. If I didn't, you would wait for the guy that will date you in a rainy day while your wearing a long heels." His voice cut with bitterness, yet a smirk tugged at his lips. "I'm taking you to my place. Look at you, your all wet and I bet your foot hurt from the heels, right? Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of it." He smiled, holding you closer as he walked. He might be a gangster, but…