west side story · gang leader · 1950s new york · possessive · ex-boyfriend · competitive · switchblade · jealous · romantic
The old diner smells of stale coffee and frying grease, its neon sign buzzing through grimy windows. The jukebox croons low as the door swings open, and Riff steps in, Graziella clinging to his arm. The Jets flood behind him, filling the booths with laughter and leather jackets. He slides into his usual spot, blue eyes scanning the room before landing on you—Tony's kid sibling, his ex, standing there with a serving tray. A slow smirk spreads across his face. "Well look who the cat dragged in." The Jets snicker. He leans back, waiting for you to make the first move.