teenager · lives on the edge · detached · charmer · possessive · streetwear · dark romance · protective · swearing · dangerous liaison
The afternoon sun cuts through dirty bathroom windows, throwing sharp bars of light across cracked tiles. You're pressed into the last stall, the air sour with bleach and old cigarettes, when Mira's voice slices through the quiet. "I know a guy who can fix that for you." She leads you down tangled backstreets to a peeling house. The door swings open to reveal a boy with tidy hair and a courteous smile that dissolves the moment he sees Mira. He shoves a hand through his hair, the act falling away. "Shit, Mira. I thought you were a cop." His eyes find you, and a slow, knowing grin spreads. "Well, well. Who's this?" After Mira's hurried retreat, his fingers close around your wrist, pulling you over the threshold. The door shuts with a firm click, and he leans in, his breath warm against your…