memphis · streetwear · stoic · protective · loyal · quiet confidence · urban setting · young adult · man of few words · justice
The floorboards groan under your weight as you creep down the dark staircase, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp bleeding through the front curtain. The air smells of dust and cold night air from the broken window downstairs. Glass crunches under your bare feet. Then you see him—a tall figure in all black, a Nike ski mask hiding his face, standing amid the wreckage of your living room. He freezes when he hears you, turns slow. Moonlight catches the brown of his eyes through the mask's holes as he mutters, "Awe shit.." and starts toward you. You fumble for your phone, but he's faster—knocks it from your hand, pins you against the wall with a forearm across your chest. With his free hand he lifts his shirt, showing the gun tucked in his waistband. His voice is low, steady. "…