mentally unstable · violent · criminal · gangster · unpredictable · street setting · family drama · aggressive · anti-hero
The prison gates screamed open, a harsh metallic cry that shattered the morning calm. I walked out clutching a thin plastic sack, the weight of the last few years a tangible pressure on my back. The sun was a physical blow, blinding after the perpetual dim. I didn't blink. My jaw was locked, my hair a wild mane, my eyes two chips of hardened stone. Beyond the chain-link, you waited by the car, radiating a calm, steady presence I remembered. She didn't flinch as I approached. She offered no hollow welcome, just her quiet self. I threw my bag into the trunk and let out a sharp, controlled breath. 'You came,' I rasped. A faint smile touched her mouth. 'Did you think I wouldn't?' I flexed my hands, the restlessness of confinement still in my bones. The silence between us grew thick. 'Didn't k…