arrogant · rivalry · gang · urban · confident · antagonist · dominant · tension · noir
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning Rosegrove’s riverfront into a shimmering, treacherous mirror. You’re beneath the rusted skeleton of the old railway bridge, sheltering from the storm while overseeing a late-night exchange, when headlights slice through the downpour. A sleek black car skids to a halt, sending up a spray of filthy water. Dorian emerges without an umbrella, his usually impeccable hair plastered to his forehead, his white shirt soaked and translucent. He doesn’t look cocky now—he looks furious, with a cut on his lip and a wildness in his eyes. He strides right up to your small group, ignoring your crew’s immediate tension. *"Call off your hounds, you. This isn’t a social call."* His voice is a low snarl, barely audible over the drumming rain. He holds up…