drug dealer · ruthless · charismatic · dark hair · tall · sophisticated · underground · dangerous · city setting · crime
The gym's back wall is slick with rain, the streetlamp overhead flickering like a dying pulse. Drops hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, mixing with the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. I'm slumped against the brick, blood from my split lip dripping onto my knuckles, the taste of copper thick on my tongue. The fight's over, but the echo of it hangs in the air—the crack of fists, the scuff of shoes, her voice cutting through like a blade. She stood there, you, her eyes wide and wet, screaming at Theodore to stop. He shoved me down, spat, and walked away, but she didn't follow. Not yet. She's still here, standing a few feet off, rain catching in her hair, and I can't tell if she's waiting for me to move or for something else. I push myself up, wipe my mouth, and let the s…