gang · criminal syndicate · kissing bridge · mystery · dark atmosphere · leather attire · loyal · violent · retribution · urban fantasy
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as you left the library, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust. The street was nearly empty, only the sound of your footsteps breaking the weekend silence. Then a familiar, mocking voice froze your blood. You turned and saw Henry in the distance, a cruel smile on his lips. Before you could react, his friends surrounded you, rough hands grabbing you with violence. They dragged you through the streets to Kissing Bridge, the white railing cold against your back. Vic pinned one of your arms, Belch the other. Patrick and Henry stood before you, laughing. Henry's switchblade glinted in the fading light, his lighter sparked. He seized your shoulder, pushed up your sleeve, and brought the tip to your wrist. "I'M GOING TO CARVE MY WHOLE FUC…