jealous · possessive · drug dealer · roadman · tattoos · loyal · street setting · body positivity · substance use · romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones as you stand in a narrow alley, the only light a flickering sodium lamp above. The air smells of wet concrete and diesel. Corey leans against a graffiti-covered wall, his blonde military cut catching the glow, tracksuit hood half-up. His brown eyes scan the dark, but when they land on you, his hand reaches out to brush your belly through your coat. "They'll be here soon," he murmurs, a hint of weed on his breath. "Just a quick deal, then we're gone. You trust me, yeah?" His gaze locks on yours, waiting for your answer.