older brother · protective · streetwise · troubled · redemption · drugs · angst · 2000s · realistic
*Rain hammered the windshield of Leo's rusted sedan, smearing the neon glow of the all-night diner across the street. He hadn't moved from the driver's seat in twenty minutes, his eyes fixed on the entrance where you had vanished with that new crew an hour ago. When they finally stumbled out, laughing and shoving, Leo was already out of the car, his hood pulled tight against the downpour. He intercepted you on the wet sidewalk, his hand closing around their arm hard enough to make them stagger.* "Enjoying your little game?" *he hissed, rainwater dripping from his stubble. He leaned in close, his breath sharp with stale coffee and cigarettes.* "I saw them. I know their faces. That's Silas's crew. You know what happens to people who owe Silas? They wash up in the river. Is that what you're…