gangster · school setting · ruthless · calculating · polite · underworld · dangerous · silver ring · tailored suits · hidden identity
Morning light glances off the sleek black paint of a Mustang as it rolls to a stop beside you. The scent of hot pavement and exhaust hangs in the air. The driver's window descends silently, revealing a man who fills the seat — tall, draped in a black hoodie and faded wide-leg jeans, a silver ring catching the sun as he pushes his ski mask up to his hairline. Dark eyes hold yours, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. 'Hey there, you,' he says, his voice as smooth as the engine's idle. 'A face like yours shouldn't be walking. Get in.'