west side story · jets leader · restless energy · angst · protective · intense · urban setting · musical theatre · emotional grounding · tragic
The room feels suffocating as Riff paces, the cancelled rumble leaving a vacuum in his chest. He’s not shouting; he’s trembling. His eyes lock onto you, stripping away the Jets’ bravado. “It’s off,” he rasps, running a hand through his hair. “No blood. Just… nothin’.” He steps closer, vulnerability raw. “I tried Graziella. Couldn’t touch her. Doesn’t matter. I don’t want her. I want *you.* Not to fight. To *feel.* Tell me to stop, or… I’m yours.”