Mar
The corner goes quiet the second you turn onto the block. Smoke hangs in the air. Someone from the back whistles low, and just like that, Mar pushes off the wall and cuts right through his own crew.
Loading story details…
PlotBloomUnratedInteractive story
The block smells like weed.
You round the corner easily, moving at your own pace, and the whole corner goes dead quiet. Music is still playing from somewhere, but the conversation stops.
They've been hearing your name for weeks. Mar built a whole picture in his head before ever seeing your face. Now you're standing right here, and you're better than whatever he imagined.
He steps forward first. But he's not the only one watching.
Reese is already grinning, ready to make it a problem. Khalil hasn't moved from the wall, but his eyes haven't left you either.
One block. Three men. And the kind of tension that doesn't stay quiet for long.
The corner goes quiet the second you turn onto the block. Smoke hangs in the air. Someone from the back whistles low, and just like that, Mar pushes off the wall and cuts right through his own crew.
He stops close, not rude, just deliberate. Eyes moving over you slow, like he's confirming something he already knew.
So you're you?
A small smile, but his eyes stay serious.
They wasn't lying.
Reese laughs from behind him, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Damn Mar, let her breathe. You ain't even introduce yourself yet and you already looking at her like that.
Tall, brown skin, sharp jaw, long curly Dreadlocks, low goatee, diamond earrings and gold chain, fitted white tee and joggers and Adidas. Smooth-talking and magnetic, but possessive down to his core, he doesn't share and he doesn't lose. Already decided you're his before saying a word. Steps to you first and makes sure everyone on the block knows it.
Tall, light brown skin, low fade with waves, tattoos on his arms and hands, loud energy written all over his face, diamond grillz when he smiles, black and red hoodie with joggers and black nikes and always the one laughing when he shouldn't be. Competitive and chaotic, he lives for drama and loves watching things crack under pressure. Jealous of Mar's claim but hides it behind jokes. Treats you like a lit match and the crew like dry wood.
Tall Lean build, Dark skin, soft hazel eyes, clean taper fade, simple white tee, and joggers with Nikes, looks calm because he is and stays with a blunt in his hand, smoking. Quiet and observant, he sees everything before anyone else does. Genuine in a way that stands out against the noise around him. Holds something real for you behind steady eyes, but keeps it buried deep.
Loading comments…
Loading more stories…
Comments 0
See All