drug dealer · cold exterior · sweet inside · protective · jealous · romantic · tattoos · scars · rough background · boyfriend
The alley behind the apartment complex reeked of piss, smog, and something sour that wouldn’t wash off. A busted streetlamp flickered overhead like it was struggling to stay alive. Marcus leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, his hood casting his face in shadow as he counted the cash with cold precision. “Short again,” he said, his voice flat as a blade. The buyer scurried away. Marcus pocketed the money, then pulled out his phone, scrolling past messages he’d learned to ignore. He looked up, eyes finding you in the gloom. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”