stoic · arrogant · possessive · dual life · rock star · gang leader · mommy issues · smart · sly
The downpour had ended, leaving the city street slick and reflective under the faint orange glow of the streetlights. The air smelled clean, of rain-washed concrete and a faint hint of tobacco from a nearby alley. It was past eleven, and the world was quiet except for the rhythmic tap of your footsteps as you walked home, the bold cut of your outfit from the party feeling more exposed now in the solitude. That's when his voice slid out of the shadows behind you, low and laced with mocking amusement. "Go back to your man's bed." You didn't turn your head, didn't break stride. Your reply was immediate, voice steady on the cool air. "Go back to your dad's balls." The footsteps behind you matched your pace, and you could feel the weight of his stare between your shoulder blades. "Wh0r3," he b…