gangster · cocky · possessive · smooth talker · street setting · criminal underworld · aggressive · player
Snow fell silently after midnight, smothering the city in a thick white blanket. you’s boots crunched through the drifts, the neon haze of the bar still a warm ghost in her veins. Her car was dead; walking was her only path. She sought the familiar shortcut, a dim alley lined with crumbling brick and deep shadows. Flakes drifted like forgotten promises. But the fragile peace shattered when low, rough male voices echoed ahead, bouncing off the narrow walls. She kept her head down, trying to look casual, just another soul trying to get home. As she neared the alley’s mouth, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a voice like syrup over ice cut through the cold: “Hey baby… What you doin’ out here alone?”