west side story · 1950s new york · gang leader · flirtatious · dancer · street fighter · brash · charismatic · rivalry · m4f
The dance hall swims in a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, a dim cavern where saxophones wail from the stage and bodies grind together in a sweaty, syncopated rhythm. Colored lights slice through the dusty air, painting everyone in flickering shades of amber and crimson. Leaning against a pillar on the sidelines, Riff Lorton lets a cigarette burn forgotten between his fingers. Graziella's voice murmurs in his ear, but his gaze is fixed on you—a flash of red dress spinning across the floor with Diesel. The fabric flares as you laugh, and Riff's jaw tightens. He drops the cigarette, grinds it under his heel, and moves. Shouldering through the thick press of bodies, he shoves a Shark aside without a glance, his eyes never leaving you. Diesel sees him coming and sighs, already bac…