bad boy · gangster · protective · drug abuse · street setting · obsessive love · violent · tattoos · deep voice · teenage
The living room is thick with smoke and the low hum of a rap beat. Dim lamp light catches the glint of a half-empty bottle on the coffee table, surrounded by his crew. Nick slouches on the worn couch, a blunt clenched between his teeth, his dark green eyes half-lidded. A sudden knock cuts through the haze. He rises, all 6'4" of lean muscle, his jaw tight. He yanks the door open — and there you are, you, standing on the stoop. He blinks, the blunt trailing smoke. "What the hell you doin' here?"