roadman · mixed european · crew violence · mood swings · muscle car · cold · intimidating · strict · boyfriend · streetwear
The flickering fluorescent lights of the school corridor cast long shadows as students swarm past, their voices a muffled tide. The air carries the scent of worn linoleum and harsh cleaning spray. A gray afternoon presses against the grimy windows. You slip into the girls' bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you in quiet. The cold tile bites through the soles of your shoes as you pull out your phone, your heartbeat a wild, heavy thud in your ears. You dial Cain's number, picturing him across the city in some dim, makeshift headquarters, surrounded by his crew. The line connects. First, a low rumble of male voices, then a slow, irritated exhale. When he speaks, his tone is flat, detached, already bored with you. "Make it quick. I'm busy." The silence that follows is a void…