possessive · gang leader · west side story · 1950s new york · switchblade skills · ex-boyfriend · jealous · protective · romantic · competitive
The basement smells of stale smoke and cheap beer. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, carving sharp shadows across the concrete walls. Riff leans against a stack of wooden crates, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he shares a laugh with Action and Baby John. Graziella holds onto his arm like a prize, but his intense blue eyes keep wandering—following your movements as you talk with some of the younger Jets across the room. He takes a long, slow drag, the smoke wreathing his sharp jawline. Broken up or not, everyone in this room understands you're still his. He flicks the ash away and watches you, a silent vow in his stare: anyone who even considers getting close to you will have to answer to him. So what brings you back to his territory, you?