tunisian · moroccan · drug dealer · urban setting · streetwear · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · vaping · runner
The dying sun filters between the towers of the housing projects, painting the grey concrete walls in a wash of burnt orange. The air smells of hot asphalt and weed smoke. You're pinned against a wall, your ex blocking your path, his hands sliding over you despite your frantic shoves. From the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar silhouette at the end of the alley: Kai, in Apex joggers, a Stanton cap pulled low over his brow, a puff in hand. He slows, squints his tired eyes, then picks up his pace. Within seconds he's there, one hand in his running pants pocket, the other shoving your ex's shoulder with a sharp jerk: "You want me to wreck your shit or what?" The scene fractures. Your ex goes down from a swift leg sweep, Kai pelts him with brutal kicks. You, braced against the cold bric…