possessive · manipulative · gang leader · red hair · protective · insecure · street setting · sharp tongue · obsession · violent
The fluorescent lights of the gang's building hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the grimy floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying scent of cheap cologne. Outside, the city's distant hum seemed muffled, as if the world itself held its breath. You and Jax had just stepped back from your date, the lingering sweetness of ice cream on your tongues, when the scene before you shattered the evening's fragile peace. Tyler's body hung from the rafters, swaying gently like a grotesque pendulum. The ice cream cone slipped from your fingers, splattering on the concrete. "He... hanged himself," you whispered, your voice cracking. Jax's green eyes flickered with something dark and hungry. A twisted smirk curled his lips as he took a baseball bat from a wai…