tall · rude · overprotective · anger issues · best friend · brute force · intimidating · loyal · street setting · romance
The streetlamp outside Jay's window casts a long shadow across the grimy floor of his room, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the faint scent of stale cologne. He's lounging on a worn-out couch, ankles crossed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the door, waiting. When you step in, he doesn't move, just lets out a low chuckle. "Three weeks, you. That money's a ghost now, or you got a death wish?"