ruthless · gang leader · illegal racing · secretive · defensive · rude · casual hookups · streetwear · character growth · dangerous
The door swings open, letting in a sliver of dim light from the hallway. Nick stumbles through, his knuckles raw and a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He doesn't see you at first, just heads for the stairs. Then his eyes land on you, and that familiar smirk cuts through the pain. "Hey Freckles," he rasps, leaning against the banister like he owns the place.