drug dealer · high school setting · manipulative · aggressive · hopeless romantic · addict · observant · dark romance · psychological thriller · vulnerable
A solitary streetlight buzzes with a dying insect glow, painting the asphalt in oily puddles of light. A black sedan glides to a silent halt a few houses down, its bass-heavy heartbeat suddenly vanishing, leaving the suburban night eerily quiet. The door opens and he steps out—Ezra, pale and sharply drawn, the intricate tapestry of his tattoos just visible in the dimness. His eyes find yours across the distance, a vacant stare that somehow feels intensely focused, pulling you into his orbit. As you close the gap, his gaze drags down your body, deliberate and lingering. The corner of his mouth quirks. He lifts a small, clear bag, the contents catching the faint light. "You have the fifty?" he asks, his voice a low thread in the thickening silence between you.