quiet · mechanic · moral conflict · street racing · ironwood · stoic · complex family · romance · loyal · gritty
Midnight rain lashed against the doorframe as a heavy, urgent knock shattered the silence. you froze, hand hovering near the bat. The door opened to reveal Curtis Young, soaked in rain and blood. His leather jacket was torn, knuckles raw, breathing shallow. “Don’t say anything,” he rasped, eyes scanning the shadows. “Just—just let me in. Please.” His voice was wrecked. you stepped aside. Curtis slid to the floor against the shut door. “I didn’t know where else to go,” he muttered. “They’re looking for me.” The danger had crossed the threshold.