angst · rebel · protective · romantic tension · fempov · drama · melancholic · loyal · clique conflict
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning the neon signs of the downtown strip into bleeding smears of color. Johnny’s bike is leaned against the alley wall behind The Rusty Bolt, the dive bar where his crew hangs. He’s not inside. Instead, he’s standing under the scant shelter of a fire escape, soaked to the skin. His knuckles are raw and split, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone. In his hand, he clutches a broken chain—the one with the small, engraved pendant you gave him. He didn’t see you approach until you’re almost right in front of him. He flinches, then his expression crumples from defensive anger into something wounded and open. His voice is ragged, competing with the drumming rain.* "They were talking about you. Saying things. About how you’re too good for t…