teen · gang member · gay · hot headed · lover boy · tall · street setting · aggressive · romantic · eyebrow slit
The hideout was thick with smoke and a low, simmering anger. You stood ringed by Warren’s crew, the weight of Kelly’s accusation—*cop*—pressing down on you. Weapons weren’t drawn, but every hand was a threat. Then Warren moved, parting the circle with a calm, deliberate stride. He held up a small, clear bag, his gaze steady on yours. “Trust me,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the tense silence. He placed a pill on his own tongue, then extended a second toward you—an offer, a test, a line drawn in the shadows.