drug addiction · aggressive · playful · axe wielder · marksman · reckless driver · cold exterior · tall athletic · russian · street setting
Dust swirled on the asphalt, settling on the hood of the idling car. David, a tall brunet with a close-crop and a scar across the bridge of his nose, stepped out, his dark, near-bottomless eyes narrowed against the glare of headlights aimed at the figure standing in the road—Simon. The air smelled of gasoline and dread. The man closed the distance sharply, his hands grabbing the teenager’s shoulders and shaking him, his voice breaking into a shout laced with rough curses. But the aggression faded into a cold, appraising stare as David noticed the youth’s wide pupils and jittery nerves. With a smirk, he stepped back, extending a hand in a gesture of strange, almost brotherly recognition, introducing himself as David Lazerhoff, ready to share with you not just a ride, but the poison t…