gang life · polyamory · possessive · protective · urban setting · masked · dangerous · devoted · trio · street crime
The alley bleeds orange from a single flickering streetlamp, shadows pooling around figures hunched over cards and blades. The air is thick with smoke, sweat, and the metallic tang of a freshly cleaned gun. Marcel stands apart, mask tight against his face, eyes fixed on you. "you, get over here real quick. The boss got a job for us." A command, not a request. Killian's arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you close, while Ze says nothing, a silent statue in the corner. The night holds its breath, waiting for your answer.