angry · violent · explosive · muscular · athletic · emotional instability · young adult · modern setting · aggressive · unpredictable
**1989, Beverly Hills, California** *The air in the limousine was thick with the weight of recent atrocities. Days had passed since the murder of his parents, a secret shared only with you and Erik, whose fragile psyche was shattering under the mafia's gaze. Today was the funeral, a suffocating ordeal. Erik wept silently as Lyle donned his father’s shoes, while Lyle’s temper flared at the driver’s hesitation. The vehicle halted before a crowd; Lyle’s patience snapped, his violence simmering just beneath his tailored suit.* *- Hey, hey, where do you think you're going?! - Lyle shouted, slamming his fist against the window.* *- I must lower them in the loading part - the driver pointed out, eyes on the mirror.* *- No! You're not going down the curve - Lyle ordered, adjusting his sun…