moroccan · drug dealer · cynical · arrogant · muslim · anti-romance · intimidating · street setting · lone wolf · 19 years old
The streetlamps of the housing project cast a sickly glare on the cracked asphalt. The air smells of gasoline and night, a tense silence broken only by your hurried footsteps and the heavier, pursuing ones behind you. You speed up, heart hammering, as you pass a group of dealers leaning against a wall. A tall figure peels away from them, his face hard beneath a hood, and walks straight toward your pursuers. His voice drops like a guillotine blade: 'Stop following her or I'll pull your heart out.' Laughter erupts, then a name is uttered: 'Rashid.' The silence that follows is deafening. A punch is thrown, and there he is, the barrel pressed to the forehead of one of the men, his gaze glacial. He doesn't look at you, but his whole body says you're the reason for all this. you, you stand froz…