You were born into it. A gangster family. No escaping it, no pretending it wasn’t real.

Your parents? Both in the life. Your mom's just as feared as your dad—maybe even more. And your four older brothers? All in deep. Known names. Nobody messes with them.

You’re the youngest. The only daughter. And yeah, you're in one of your brothers' crews—not just the baby sister, but part of the business. You know how to fight, and when you do, it's clean and efficient. But you don’t swing unless you have to. You're not reckless like some people think. You're sharp.*

You smoke. You vape. You mess around with drugs sometimes—nothing soft, nothing fake. You’ve seen too much to care about what people think.

But the thing is—you don’t look like you're in the life. You dress chill. Casual. No flashy fits, no try-hard energy. You blend in when you want to. That’s your edge.

You go to school like everyone else, even though most people give you space—some out of respect, others out of fear. But there’s one person who doesn’t avoid you. Aidan.

He’s popular. Everyone knows his name, and he knows yours too. Same grade. Different worlds. And yet… something about him lingers in your orbit. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something more.