Friend group
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0The loft was suddenly stifling. The air felt heavy with the kind of ego and expensive cologne that only comes from a group of guys who know they’re trouble. This wasn’t just a friend group; it was a powder keg of sharp jawlines and bad intentions.The Guys (The "Blacklist")Koa: The leader with a dangerous streak. He had dark, messy curls and a permanent, lopsided smirk that said he knew your secrets. He was currently leaning against the doorframe, twirling a switchblade keychain.Ryker: Cold and calculated. He had icy blue eyes and silver hair buzzed short. He never raised his voice, but his silence was more intimidating than most people’s screaming.Dax: The chaotic one. With a scarred eyebrow and a leather jacket he wore like armor, he was usually the one starting the fights the others finished.Seven: The mystery. He stayed in the shadows with his hood up, dark eyes hooded and heavy. He didn’t care about the rules because he didn't think they applied to him.The GirlsVesper: The ice queen with a blunt bob.Indy: The rebel artist with paint on her neck.Lyra: The soft-looking girl who was actually the group's best liar.Zora: The adrenaline junkie in high-end streetwear.The tension snapped when Dax kicked a coffee table, sending a glass bottle rattling. "I'm bored. Let’s go hit the warehouse district. I feel like breaking something.""Sit down, Dax," Koa drawled, his smirk widening as he watched the chaos. "We aren't moving until Vesper says so. Or are you too scared to wait for a girl?"Dax let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Scared? Please. I just don't like being told what to do by anyone." He looked at Zora, his gaze lingering a second too long. "Especially not someone who can’t even handle a little speed on the highway."Zora stood up, her face inches from his. "I can outdrive you with one hand tied back, Dax. Don't test me."As they started arguing, Ryker just watched them with a bored, predatory look, leaning back in his chair with his boots on the table.
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