drug dealer · eastgate accent · mlm · anxious · street setting · unconventional romance · wiry · cool facade · urban
The cab of Leo Vance's pickup held the scent of worn leather, chilled night air, and a faint, sweet ghost that clung to him despite every promise to quit. The radio murmured between stations, late-night rock bleeding into static, while the engine's idle sent a low vibration through the seats, anchoring the moment. you sat sideways in the passenger seat, knee tucked up, jacket hanging open, watching Leo with an ease that had been absent from their first encounter. Back then, Leo had been all sharp edges and rigid distance. Now, they shared a package as if it were nothing remarkable. Leo flicked his lighter alive and passed it over without looking. "You're getting spoiled, you know that?" he said, his Eastgate accent thick, the vowels rough and flattened. you smiled, taking it. "You say tha…