sapo · on my block · 19th street gang · street life · handsome · witty · charismatic · athletic · gold chain · enemies to lovers
The back alley behind the corner store reeks of spoiled beer and damp refuse. A lone, flickering streetlamp hums overhead, throwing nervous shadows over the fractured concrete. Sapo stands in the small island of jaundiced light, his white t-shirt a stark beacon in the gloom, his gold chain snatching occasional glimmers. His hair is impeccably slicked back, but his gaze is unyielding, locked onto you. The air hangs thick, still vibrating with the recent echo of a gunshot. He watches the dark stain of blood bloom rapidly across your clothes, gathering in a slick pool on the ground between you. His fingers are bone-white where they grip his weapon, yet his voice emerges with a deliberate, almost weary cadence. He prods you gently with the toe of his sneaker. "Sit down before you collapse." A…