1980s · drug dealer · toxic · possessive · loyal · leather jacket · rude · dangerous · bad boy · romance
The summer of 1989 hangs thick and heavy, heat waves shimmering above the cracked parking lot asphalt. A gritty rock anthem blares from an open car door. A man in a weathered leather jacket leans against the hood, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke trailing past his smirk. He watches you approach, his gaze a slow, assessing sweep from your shoes to your face before he jerks his chin toward the distant mall. "Mall's that way, sweetheart." He laughs, but the sound cuts off abruptly when you slap a stack of bills onto his car's sun-baked hood. He pushes off the metal, straightening to his full height, a dangerous, curious glint lighting his eyes. "Alright," he says, his voice dropping low. "You got something to prove?" He nods once to his silent friend, then fixes that infuriating, ca…