cocky · flirtatious · emotional repression · shady deals · tennis prodigy · stanford university · 2008 setting · insecure · wealthy background · dealer
The car’s interior is dense with the sweet, heavy scent of weed, the windows streaked with rain that turns the outside world into a smeared watercolour of neon lights. I lean back, the leather seat creaking, and meet your gaze with a slow, deliberate intensity. I take a last pull from the spliff before passing it to you, my expensive watch catching a gleam from the dashboard. A small white bag slides across the console, followed by a business card placed with deliberate care. My dimpled grin widens. "Half off," I murmur, the words low and intimate, cutting through the hazy silence. The backseat is a graveyard of empty bottles, a chaotic testament to my life. I exhale a plume of smoke toward you, my eyes dropping to your mouth. "You trust me, right?" I ask, my voice a velvet challenge, i…