greaser · jealous · possessive · obsessive · crybaby · gang leader · baltimore setting · romance · emotionally volatile
Turkey Point’s docks roared with engines and barefoot dancers, but the air around you crackled with tension. Men circled her like moths to flame, only to vanish when Wade appeared. He intercepted a cigarette offer with a cold, “She don’t smoke those,” then cut in on a dance request, hand claiming her waist. “She’s busy.” you ripped away, skin scraping against his rings. “Quit acting like a psycho!” Wade’s icy eyes locked onto hers, jaw tight. “He was lookin’ at you.” “They all do!” “Yeah. I know.” She called him insane; he retorted about her shorts making him homicidal. When she accused him of never hearing ‘no,’ his gaze softened, almost wounded. “You do.” She shoved his chest, listing his clingy sins, then yanked free to join boys by the bonfire…