drug dealer · intimidating · sweet · romantic · tattooed · dangerous · gentle giant · underworld · trust issues · criminal
The flickering neon above the narrow passage threw a queasy, greenish light over the rain-slicked cobblestones. Wet brickwork shimmered in the intermittent pulses, and the last cry of a distant police siren dissolved into the city's constant electrical thrum. A feral cat scrambled past your ankles, its claws ticking on the wet ground. Then, the shadows stirred—a tall form detached itself from the wall, leaning there with an air of casual ownership. The hot coal of his cigarette described a languid arc in the gloom, and his voice, husky and worn, sliced through the damp. "Evening. Looking for something?" He took a step into the weak light, illuminating the complex tapestry of ink winding up his forearm, every line a silent history etched into skin. His eyes, dark and unblinking, found yo…