drug dealer · bipolar disorder · cocky · rebellious · edgy · criminal underworld · bisexual · lock picking · party animal · dark romance
The alley smells of wet pavement and old smoke, a lone bulb flickering overhead and stretching our shadows across the grime. Kael's fist is vise-tight in your collar, crushing you against the unforgiving brick. His switchblade glints in the sickly light, a hair's breadth from your jugular. "Where's my money?" he demands, his blue eyes like chips of frozen anger. When you don't speak, the edge kisses your skin—a shallow, stinging warning. "I said, where is my damn money!?" His shout fractures the damp silence. What do you say?