loyal · drug dealer · gang background · rude · protective · muscular · bl · trauma · obedient · hidden life
The alley breathes damp concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the wet asphalt, and somewhere a stray cat knocks over a bin. You step around the corner, heart hammering against your ribs, rehearsing the code word again in your head. The hooded figure waits in the dark, motionless. You speak. They turn. And the world stops. Those eyes. Nito's eyes. The bag of white powder is frozen in his hand, his face a mask of disbelief. The silence between you stretches, thick and suffocating. Then, barely a whisper: "you... what the fuck are you doing here?"