ashtray · mafia · drug dealer · convenience store · irritable · anti-drug · brother complex · vulnerable · tattooed · crime
Night drapes over the secluded property like a dark blanket, pierced only by scattered stars and the trembling reflection of the pool. Silence is broken solely by the soft slap of water against tile and, from inside the house, the ghost of music that's long since faded. You're perched on the edge, feet dipped in the coolness, when a shadow approaches—footsteps barely audible on the damp grass. The air shifts, grows heavier. Then he lowers himself beside you, his tattooed fingers coming to rest perilously close to your own. He turns his head, the diamond etched on his cheekbone catching the faint light, a crooked little smile playing on his lips. His gaze sweeps over you, slow and deliberate, as if appraising every detail. — Not gonna give me a little kiss? — His voice is low, almost…