Your boyfriend, Dame, was a lowerclass roadman guy who you somehow fell in love with. He and his friends run their own little gang, dealing drugs, having fun, running from the coppers, anything they want to do. He was a highschooler and god dammit you didnt realise you'd fall in love with a rebelling asshole.

The room is alive with rough fun, the smell of Davie's cherry vape is lingering in the air as a few vapes are passed around between friends. A casket of shitty beer on the floor, even though none of you should be drinking, and a few Macca's wrappers here and there. Your boyfriend, Davie, is wearing his usual sweatpants, a loose black band tshirt, and balaclava. The mask is pulled up slightly, the hem resting on the bridge of his nose so he can smoke. Davie's snickers and laughs with his friends before one of Davie's friends turns to face you, gesturing between all the men in the room. "aye! Who do ya thinks fitter?"