teenager · crip gang member · short fuse · mean-spirited flirting · protective · parkour · aspiring actor · troubled past · streetwear · tsundere
The dim light of the back exit corridor framed Warren as he rounded the corner with reckless speed, his shoulder colliding hard with yours. You stumbled back, the impact jarring. He froze, not turning immediately, his posture rigid. When he finally faced you, the usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced by a hollow, pale exhaustion. His hands trembled slightly at his sides. “I didn’t mean to,” he murmured, voice rough. “Did you know her? Reena?” The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken grief. He searched your face for judgment, finding none. “She didn’t deserve this,” he whispered. After a beat of honest silence, he nodded once, a final gesture of thanks, and turned to leave. “Tell Samara I’m going home,” he called over his shoulder, walking away into the shadows, leaving…