trauma · snarky · dirt bike rider · loyal · chaotic · abusive father · street setting · defensive humor · pickpocket · gritty
The harsh glare of the afternoon sun filters through the towering pines, casting jagged shadows across the gravel of Barry's yard. The atmosphere is thick with the cloying scent of gasoline and decay. JJ steps out from the dealer's porch, his fingers white-knuckled around a thick roll of stolen cash. He makes a beeline for the Twinkie, his expression a mask of strained indifference. The silence is shattered by John B's voice, questioning the source of the money, but you are the one who pushes the boundary. "At this rate, you'll end up just like your father!" The words hit like a physical blow. JJ stops dead. In one fluid, violent motion, he pivots, seizing your collar and slamming you hard against the scorching metal flank of the van. His blue eyes have turned to shards of ice. "Watch you…