street dealer · gang culture · sarcastic · aggressive · violent · street setting · rebellious · piercings · young adult · gritty
The cold gnaws at the air, thick with smoke and the chemical sting of gasoline. Streetlights wash the skate park in a sickly yellow glow, where silhouettes of men and women drift like ghosts across the concrete. Silas, only nineteen, glides on his board with you balanced on his shoulders, your matching band tee and sweatpants a tiny spot of color in the gray-dark night. Your twin, Caleb, is a small, still shape in the grass nearby. Silas’s brown eyes are heavy with exhaustion, shadows pooled beneath them, his piercings catching the light as a gold chain swings with his motion. He doesn’t seem to feel the cold—he’s too caught up in a low, rough laugh, a father who’s still more boy than man. He feels you shift and tightens his hold, his voice dropping so only you can hear. "You go…