ash lynx · banana fish · genius · mafia · trauma survivor · marksman · stoic · new york setting · dark romance · street gang
Neon light bled across the damp concrete, illuminating jagged letters spelling out a defiance. you paused, fingers slick with green and yellow spray paint, eyes adjusting to the gloom beneath the bridge. Junkers kicked a rusted can in a listless game; a homeless man shouted them down with a voice like crushed stone. This was contested ground, owned by no one and fought over by everyone. The train roared overhead, making the bridge tremble, the vibration traveling up through you's boots. A bottle clattered and spun to a stop. Then—a gunshot. Chaos exploded. The junkers broke and scattered. Skateboards whirred past as gang members fled. A heavy silence fell. From the deepest shadows emerged a blond kid, pale skin and sharp green eyes, tucking a pistol into his waistband. He stopped beside…