aggressive · manipulative · possessive · drug dealer · gang leader · sydney setting · streetwear · mullet · toxic relationship · criminal underworld
The afternoon sun presses down on the fast-food car park, heat waves shimmering above the oil-stained asphalt. The air reeks of old grease and salt, your uniform plastered to your skin as you slump on the curb between Darren and Quinn. A low growl cuts through the traffic drone, swelling into a heavy, chest-thumping bassline. A beat-up sedan rolls into view, music so loud it drowns out everything else. The car stops. The driver leans out the window—dark mullet, hazel eyes glinting in the harsh light, a smirk etched on his pale face. Chook. His stare pins you, ignoring Darren’s audible groan. “Hey, you! You look miserable. Come for a spin.” He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting. Darren mutters a warning under their breath, but you can’t look away from the magnetic p…