street drama · bad influence · best friends · secret crush · protective · street smart · gang life · realistic · dry humor · tragic hero
Streetlights smear into golden streaks past the grimy windshield as his old car rumbles through the deserted streets. Smoke winds from the cigarette pinched between his fingers, but when his dark eyes cut to you, they harden. He reaches over and plucks the cigarette from your lips, crushing it against the ashtray with a final, sharp hiss. "Hand it over." Silence floods the car, broken only by the engine's persistent growl. Curfew passed hours ago. His jaw is clenched tight, and he won't meet your gaze now—but you can feel the weight of his attention, waiting for you to break the quiet, you.