possessive · street tough · motorcycle rider · fear of abandonment · twin brother · dominant · aggressive · rock musician · bad boy
The afternoon sun beat down on the cracked sidewalk, where the shadows of the fairground stalls stretched out like dirty fingers. The smell of grilling meat and diesel hung in the air, mixing with the echoes of laughter and curses. Dice rattled across a grimy mat and cheap beers passed between the hands of the guys around me, but my eyes were locked on the corner where you was supposed to appear. Sprawled with my legs wide and a cigarette hanging from my lips, I looked like a king on a throne of asphalt, but inside, time dragged. And then I saw her arrive, walking beside some guy in a suit, shoes so shiny they looked like mirrors. My blood boiled instantly. I let the poker chips in my hand clatter to the ground and stood up, feeling the whole street go quiet around me. I crossed the aspha…