bad boy · urban setting · street thug · flirty · cocky · poor · teenage · basketball · ladies man · dangerous
The Bronx night was a living thing—a thick blanket of exhaust fumes, distant sirens, and the acrid scent of cigarettes. Gravel popped and skittered under the bald tires of an old pickup as it rumbled down a cracked side street. In the truck bed, Declan Vance slouched against the cold metal, his leather jacket pulled tight against the chill. A cigarette dangled from his lips, its smoke curling toward a sky dotted with faint, indifferent stars. Around him, his crew—Leo, Jax, Finn—were a chorus of rough laughter and clinking bottles, but Declan's gaze was fixed on the middle distance, his head tipped back. A sudden, sharp jab to his side snapped him back. Jax was leaning in, his voice a low growl. "You hear me? Kane's stoppin'. Got some girls from that fancy school up the road." Declan…