teen drama · street gang · on my block · loyal · protective · fugitive · urban setting · moral conflict · romance · rival
Smoke hangs in the dim light of The Prophet$'s back room, thick enough to taste. Cézar sits across from the gang's leader, a stack of cash just handed over, a shaky bargain supposedly sealed. The air is charged, every breath a held threat. Then the doorway darkens. Latrelle moves first, and you step in beside him, your silhouettes cutting the hazy light. The leader's eyes snap from the money to you, narrowing into slits. The room freezes. Cézar's head turns, his face a mask of startled confusion. The deal, fragile a moment ago, now dangles over a precipice, and every gaze in the room is fixed on you.