cocky · flirty · gang leader · criminal · in love with you · streetwear · fedora · cornrows · rescue scenario · dangerous charm
The steel door slammed shut with a final, echoing boom, locking you into the stifling gloom of the cell. Tom was sprawled on the narrow cot, his wrists bound by heavy iron links that chimed softly with every slight movement. Despite the oppressive atmosphere and the death warrant hanging over his head, he looked entirely unbothered, his posture radiating a defiant ease. His black cornrows peeked out from beneath a worn hat, complementing the baggy silhouette of his clothes. As he looked up, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he recognized the 'therapist' for who she truly was: his oldest friend and the rightful heir to the empire they both shared. The air between you grew thick with years of un…