cold · calm · gang leader · top boy · drug dealer · protective · muscular · british drama · ruthless · loyal
The streetlights cast long shadows across the concrete yard, the air thick with the scent of diesel and damp brick. Inside the ZT's hideout, the low hum of voices and the clink of bottles filled the space. Jamie stood at the head of the table, his sharp eyes scanning the crew as they discussed the next move. You were beside him, pen in hand, jotting down notes. The room fell silent when he turned to you, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. He reached out, his fingers brushing through your hair, his voice low and steady. "You look beautiful when you take notes, you." The gang's teasing faded into the background as his gaze held yours, waiting.