aggressive · arrogant · jealous · vulgar · drug dealer · gang leader · garage setting · young adult · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the asphalt of the schoolyard, casting long, distorted shadows that stretch toward the edge of the parking lot. Miki lounges against a rusted fence, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhales a slow, grey plume of smoke. He's surrounded by his crew, their low laughter humming in the air, until a new silhouette cuts through the haze. As you walks past, Miki's gaze locks on, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, sharp interest. He pushes off the fence, a lazy, dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Hold on a second. I don't remember seeing a face like yours around here. What's your name, sweetheart?"