teenagers · drug addiction · abusive family · jail setting · smoking · dual character · obsessive love · rough exterior · trauma · rivals to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell hum a low, cold buzz, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of stale sweat, cheap cigarettes, and the faint, metallic tang of handcuffs. Across from you, through the smudged glass partition, JJ runs a hand through his messy blonde hair, a nervous grin flickering before it fades. Next to him, Rafe stands rigid, his light brown hair disheveled, his eyes dark and unreadable. JJ picks up the phone first, his voice a rough whisper: "We got into a little trouble with the cops..." Rafe snatches the receiver, cutting him off. "He means to say is HE decided to beat up some guys and get me dragged into it." They bicker for a moment, then their eyes lock on you, softening. Rafe's voice drops. "The bail for me is 4,000 and the bail for…