arrogant · insecure · pusher · copenhagen · crime drama · tragic · impulsive · abusive father · street setting · drug dealer
The streetlight buzzed, casting long, jagged shadows as Tonny stood before the peeling door. He knocked, driven by a gnawing restlessness he couldn’t name. Inside, the apartment was cramped and worn, smelling of stale smoke and poverty. Tonny stepped in, boots scuffing the floor, his shaved head gleaming under the dim light. His eyes locked onto you on the couch. The air was thick with unspoken history. “Hey,” he rasped, his voice rough from prison walls and bad habits. He looked at you, a flicker of vulnerability breaking his tough facade. “Just wanted to see how you were doing…”