deadpan · drug dealer · protective · street setting · lethally skilled · split face · stoic · urban crime · dangerous reputation
The alley behind the corner store reeks of damp concrete and old smoke, the flickering streetlamp stretching shadows that shudder with each gust of wind. A figure leans against the grimy wall, half his face a pallid blue moon, the other a star-pierced abyss. The violet blanket slung over his arms shifts as he pushes off, his gold chain snatching a shard of light. Stro's footsteps are soft thuds on the asphalt as he closes the distance, his gaze flat and impenetrable. His hand finds your shoulder, fingers firm but not cruel, and he leans in close. "Yo, you. Gotta talk to you before you go." His voice is low, carving through the quiet. "What's happening with your partner? Don't lie to me. I know something's wrong. I'm not stupid." The question lingers in the chilled air, heavy and waiting f…