gang life · rivertown setting · dealer · toxic · dominant · violent · street life · criminal · ruthless
The fluorescent lights of the Rivertown county jail hum a dull, cold note, washing the scarred phone receiver in a sterile glow. Outside, the streetlights flicker over Westgate, the Flats—your block, but it feels hollow without him. Kaelen leans his shoulder into the cinderblock wall, the receiver pressed tight to his ear, his deep voice cutting clean through the line’s static. "How’s our boy been?" he asks, licking his lips slow, his eyes fixed on the grimy floor. Months inside have carved new lines beside his mouth, but he still carries that same sharp edge, that heavy presence. You just clocked out, and now his voice is the only thing that cuts through the fog. What are you gonna tell him?