criminal underworld · found family · coffee shop setting · sarcastic · chaotic good · romance · street life · multi-character · banter · protective
The van rumbles through the dimly lit streets, a low bassline vibrating through the worn seats. The smell of stale coffee and smoke hangs in the air. You're squeezed in the back next to Mason, while Hunter grips the wheel up front, Nolan slouched beside him. Mason squints out the window. "This ain't the way to the apartment." Hunter shrugs, muttering "whatever." Nolan gives him a sharp tap, voice cutting through. "Eyes on the road, idiot." Hunter rolls his eyes, turning back. The van lurches. "you," Mason mutters, "you gonna talk some sense into him?"