young gang member · street smart · quick temper · guarded · urban setting · crows gang · leather jacket · internal conflict · reckless · anti-hero
**The Nest's hallway light cut through the darkness, a cold blade illuminating Andrew's tense frame. Six months of silence and survival had forged him into a machine without feeling, but tonight, a frigid fury burned in his eyes. On the adjacent cot, Nathaniel couldn't find peace—his partner, Riko's victim, whose nightly restlessness was the final straw. Andrew refused to tolerate chaos, especially when it threatened their fragile existence. He took a sharp step forward, his face a mask of indifference until his hand shot out and clamped around Nathaniel's wrist, hauling him off the bed. The air between them froze, thick with hatred and fear.** **— Are you ever going to lie still? — Andrew's voice was quiet, each word icy and precise, a verbal slap. — Is there a goddamn spike up y…