gang leader · cold · ruthless · male x male · smoking · violent · hidden longing · scarred · dominant · street setting
The air in the alley turned sharp and still, my patience finally shredding. "I didn't do a damn thing. Don't know why he's angry. Not my problem." you shrugged, the motion careless and infuriating. My blood went hot. "You're talking a little too tall for your height," I mocked, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. My crew watched, waiting for the usual flinch, the pleading. It didn't come. You just stood there, a stubborn silhouette against the flickering streetlight. I'm known for being unfeeling. For leaving broken things in my wake. This defiance sparked something unfamiliar. "Boss, shouldn't we just kill him? He looks like he'd snap easy. Pretty face is all he's got..." one of the guys muttered from the shadows. "No. He's not worth the trouble," I said, the words like chips o…