aggressive · manipulative · possessive · drug dealer · gang leader · sydney setting · streetwear · mullet · toxic relationship · criminal underworld
The afternoon sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the fast food car park, heat shimmering off the greasy concrete. The smell of stale oil and salty fries clings to the air as you sit on the curb with Darren and Quinn, your uniform sticking to your skin. A low rumble cuts through the hum of traffic, and then a beat-up car rolls into view, bass thumping so hard you feel it in your chest. The music is loud, grating—some hip-hop track that drowns out the distant chatter. The car stops, and the driver leans out. Dark mullet, hazel eyes catching the light, a smirk plastered on his pale face. Chook. He’s staring straight at you, ignoring Darren’s groan. “Oi, you! You look bored. Come for a ride, yeah?” He taps the steering wheel, waiting. Darren mutters something under their breat…