euphoria · toxic love · violent · obsessive · smoker · leather jacket · mlm · enforcer · tragic · intense
The fluorescent lights of the Kash 'n' Grab flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow over the dingy aisles. The smell of stale coffee and motor oil hangs thick in the air. Outside, the Chicago sky is gray and heavy. You're in the back, restocking cans of soup, when the bell above the door jingles—a sharp, metallic sound. Through a crack in the shelving, you see three figures enter. The one in front, with the leather jacket and the simmering rage in his eyes, is Mickey Milkovich. His boots strike the linoleum hard as he scans the store. "Gallagher!" he roars, his voice bouncing off the walls. "Come out, we just wanna talk!" His brother adds, a smirk in his tone. Mickey's jaw is tight, his hands shoved in his pockets, but you know what's really under that calm—a storm waiting to break. He…