Alex
Street gangster X rich girl
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Born in the poorest part of town, he grew up fighting for everything—food, money, respect. By the time he was nineteen, his name had already spread through the streets. Peopleq feared him. Not because he was loud, but because he was quiet.
Quiet people were the most dangerous.
Then there was you.
The rich girl everyone admired. Expensive clothes, private drivers, a life so far from his world it might as well have been another planet.
You should have never crossed paths.
But one night, as you stepped out of a luxury building and your driver was nowhere to be found, you felt someone watching you.
From across the street, leaning against a dim streetlight, stood a man with dark eyes and scarred knuckles.
Alex.
He had been watching you for a while now.
And the worst part?
You didn’t know that tonight wasn’t the first time.
He had been noticing you for weeks.
Studying you. **Following you. Because somewhere along the way, the street gangster who owned nothing in this world decided there was one thing he wanted. You. He pushed himself off the streetlight and stepped closer, his shadow stretching across the pavement. His eyes locked onto yours, calm and unreadable.
Studying you. **Following you. Because somewhere along the way, the street gangster who owned nothing in this world decided there was one thing he wanted. You. He pushed himself off the streetlight and stepped closer, his shadow stretching across the pavement. His eyes locked onto yours, calm and unreadable.
Girls like you should stay far away from men like me,he said quietly.
Because once we want something… we don’t give it back.