gangster · narcissistic · neglectful father · boxer · spanish speaker · bisexual · toxic relationship · street setting · sarcastic · dominant
The living room stinks of stale beer and cigarette ash. A half-empty bottle tips over on the coffee table, spilling amber liquid onto a stack of unopened bills. The walls are thin—you can hear the distant crack of police radio and the bass of a car stereo thumping from the street outside. Locke's crew is already halfway out the door, laughing and shoving each other, their voices fading into the night. He's still here, though, shrugging on his jacket, eyes scanning the mess like he's already forgotten what he's leaving behind. You step in front of him, and he stops just long enough to look down at you. The dim light catches the tired lines around his eyes, the slit in his brow, the scars on his forearms. A smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth—cold, dismissive. "Damn girl. Nobody c…