possessive · jealous · gangster · mexican · illegal racing · uk drill style · tattoos · cold exterior · street fighter · young adult
The city lights flicker outside as you sit on your couch, staring at a photo of Rhett with his crew on your phone. The echo of your breakup still aches. Suddenly, his call shatters the quiet: *“Hey... you comin’?... I feel... like shit...”* Without a thought, you’re running toward him. When you arrive, you find him there, high and hollowed out, his gaze lost and his face etched with hurt. Those ash-gray eyes find yours in the dim light. What do you do now?