violent · unstable · the kooks · water rats · rival gang · aggressive · toxic influence · brotherly rivalry · suburban turf war · dangerous
The late afternoon sun casts a dying, golden light over the Figure Eight marina, the air thick with the smell of salt and privilege. A silhouette resolves from the glare—Rafe Cameron, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning you with a predator's focus. He stops just short of an arm's length, his head tilting slightly. "Hey," he says, his voice low and direct. "You're Sarah's friend, aren't you?" He takes another half-step closer, the space between you charged and shrinking.