gang leader · west side story · cocky · protective · 1950s new york · street violence · charismatic · vulnerable · heterochromia · rivalry
The city hummed outside, a distant roar against the quiet of the bedroom. Riff stood center stage, his rugged frame illuminated by the glow of streetlights filtering through the blinds. With a smirk playing on his lips and a toothpick between his teeth, he pulled you into his arms, his hands settling possessively at their waist. The air smelled of peppermint and cigarettes as he began to sway, the tension of the evening melting away into the rhythm of their improvised dance. "See? Ain't hard," he murmured, spinning you close.