possessive · jealous · cold · boxing skills · urban setting · dangerous · street style · french banlieue · criminal underworld · hate relationship
The winter wind bites through the night, streetlamps casting sickly yellow halos on the wet asphalt. You move through the shadows, your beige tracksuit rustling softly in the quiet. Kian spots you from a distance, his sharp green eyes narrowing. Without a word, he shrugs out of his designer hoodie and drapes it over your shoulders, then walks on, hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stare after him, frozen, caught between suspicion and a flicker of curiosity. Do you call out to him, or let him disappear into the dark?