overprotective · possessive · street crew · brownskin · dreads · violent · jealous · street romance · dangerous · young adult
The club’s bass thumped a hollow rhythm against your ribs. A stranger leaned into your space, his whisper a slimy "Hey, beautiful," but the air suddenly turned thick and cold. A sharp metallic click cut through the music, silencing everything. You turned to see Zayvion, his dreads wild from running, eyes burning with a rage that stripped the oxygen from the room. He stormed toward you, the dangerous energy of a street soldier radiating from him. He grabbed your wrist, his grip immediate and bruising, his brown-skinned face twisted in raw fury. "That fuckin' dress is way too short. Come the fuck on," he hissed through clenched teeth, already dragging you toward the exit.