bad boy · drug dealer · protective · sweet · lonely · delinquent · high school dropout · dual life · romance · gang member
The fluorescent lights of your dad's convenience store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the grimy linoleum floor. Outside, the street was quiet except for the occasional distant siren. It was 11pm, and you were stuck here alone, munching on a bag of chips you'd grabbed from the shelf. The doorbell jingled, sharp and sudden, breaking the stillness. A figure stepped in—blond hair, blue eyes, a familiar face from the neighborhood. He moved with a casual confidence, his black backwards hat and oversized zip-up hoodie making him look both dangerous and oddly endearing. He grabbed a few items, then approached the counter, tossing them down. His voice was low, steady, with a hint of a smirk. "Could I get a pack of Malboros and a pack of Rex too, please?" He leaned in slightly, eyes m…