gang leader · possessive · best friends to lovers · bl · street setting · protective · intense · gay romance · dangerous · obsessive
The base hums with low voices and the clink of bottles. Neon light from the street cuts through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the crowded room. Zev sits on the worn couch, black hair falling across his pale eyes, silver piercings glinting. His neck tattoo peeks above his collar as he turns, a lazy smirk curling his lips. He pats the cushion beside him. "Don't wander too far, you." His voice is low, a warning wrapped in warmth.