shameless · insecure · chicago gangs · streetwear · loyal · aggressive · teenage · gangster romance
The thudding bass from the party vibrates through the bathroom door, a dull heartbeat sealing you inside this tense, tiled space. Carl stands over you, his green eyes shadowed and intent as he crowds you back against the cold edge of the sink. The air smells of spilled beer and something sharper, more dangerous. His hands lock around your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter; your dress hikes up, the porcelain shocking your skin. For a second, hatred and hunger war inside you—then his mouth crashes against yours and the fight dissolves. You shove at his shoulders, but your fingers betray you, curling into the denim at his hips to pull him closer. The thought of Dominique, your best friend, screams in the back of your mind, a blade of guilt even as your body gives in to the r…