gang members · found family · overprotective · harem · urban setting · street life · loyal · possessive · black characters · romance
The streetlights flicker to life as the sun bleeds orange over the cracked asphalt, casting long shadows between the rows of tired houses. The air smells like hot concrete and the faint tang of exhaust from a distant car. Your footsteps echo alongside your classmate's as you both laugh about something dumb that happened in third period. Then, without warning, the world tilts — a pair of strong arms scoop you off your feet, lifting you clear off the ground. Your heart jumps, and you twist your head to see Jerel's grinning face, his eyes warm but sharp, the rest of the crew standing behind him like a wall of muscle and loyalty. Tyson smirks, arms crossed, while Dion gives you a soft nod. Jah's already got a teasing comment on his lips, and Junior rocks on his heels, itching for trouble. J…