Songbird|Skreamer|Supacell

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Skreamers POV:

Over the next few weeks, Layla and I spent more time together, often hanging out at each other's places. We kept things discreet, knowing that my involvement with the Tower Boys made our relationship complicated.

One night, we were at Layla's flat, listening to music. She had just finished a new song, and I was the first to hear it. As her voice filled the room, I couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"You're amazin', you know that?" I said when she finished, my voice filled with genuine admiration.

Layla blushed, looking down. "Thanks. It means a lot coming from you."

I reached out, lifting her chin so she would look at me. "I mean it. You're somethin' special, Layla."

A few weeks later 

Layla's POV:

Our moments together were stolen, hidden from the world. There was a thrill in the secrecy, but it also made things complicated. I knew Skreamer was involved in dangerous things, but I couldn't help how I felt.It turned me on how dangerous he was. He's not the type I usually go for and that makes me excited.

I knew it was a bad idea to be out this late, especially in this part of town. But something pulled me toward Skreamer, something I couldn't ignore. As I turned the corner, my heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and fear. Then, I saw him. He was leaning against a wall, his face set in that familiar worried expression.

"Skreamer?" I called out softly, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything serious. He looked up, and for a split second, I thought I saw relief in his eyes.

"Layla," he said, his deep voice softening, making my name sound like something special. He took a step toward me. "What are you doing here? It's late."

"I just... I wanted to see you," I whispered, feeling a little unsure. "I know it might not be the best time..."

"No, no, I'm glad you're here," he said quickly, and a smile broke through his tough exterior, sending warmth through me. "It's just... I wasn't expecting you, and things have been a little... complicated."

We sat down on a nearby bench, the night air cool but comforting. The city was unusually quiet, almost like it understood that this moment needed to be just ours.

We started talking about everything and nothing—old memories, favorite songs, the funniest things that had happened lately. Our laughter echoed in the empty streets, and for a little while, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"Remember that time at the diner?" I said, feeling the familiar warmth of a good memory. "When you pretended to be the waiter and almost got us thrown out?"

He chuckled, that deep, rich sound I loved. "Yeah, I thought I was being smooth, but you looked ready to disappear under the table."

"I was embarrassed, but... it was kind of sweet," I admitted, my cheeks warming at the memory.

We kept sharing stories, and at some point, I didn't even notice when his hand found mine. It just felt right. But then, the mood shifted, and I could feel it coming. Skreamer's grip on my hand tightened slightly, and he sighed.

"Layla, I need to talk to you about something," he said, and suddenly, his voice was serious, pulling me back to reality. "I'm sorry if it ever seemed like I didn't want you around, especially tonight. It's just... I'm nervous. The opps are always watching, and I'm... I'm dangerous."

I squeezed his hand back. "I know who you are, Skreamer. I know what you're involved in."

He shook his head, his gaze dropping to our hands. "I don't think you really understand the risk," he said, his voice heavy with something that sounded like fear. "Being with me... it's not safe. I'm part of the Tower Boys. That makes me a target. And if you're seen with me too often, that makes you a target too."

I looked at him, feeling a surge of determination. "I knew what I was getting into when I decided to be with you. I chose you, Skreamer, knowing the risks. You don't have to protect me from that. I can handle it."

He shook his head again, a little harder this time. "Layla, it's not just about you handling it. It's about what could happen. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of me."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "Then don't let anything happen to me," I said softly. "You're always saying how strong you are. So protect me. Protect us."

There was a long silence. We just looked at each other, both of us trying to understand what the other was thinking. Finally, he nodded, his grip on my hand tightening.

"I'll do everything I can," he promised, and I knew he meant it. "But just know... it's going to be a crazy."

I leaned closer, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. "I never expected it to be easy," I whispered. "We need each other, Skreamer. And I'm not going anywhere."

We spent the rest of the night just like that, wrapped in each other's arms, the rest of the world fading away. Despite the complications, despite the danger, I knew one thing for sure: I needed him just as much as he needed me.

A couple Days Later

Skreamer's POV:

Layla and I were walking down the street when we ran into Twosie. He was a joker, and his mouth never knew when to shut up.

"Aye, Skreamer! Look who's 'ere. You two on a date or somethin'?" Twosie said, his tone teasing, trying to get the rest of the gang's attention.

Layla rolled her eyes. "Nice to see you too, Twosie."

Tazer grinned, clearly enjoying Twosies comments. "So, Layla, you got Skreamer wrapped 'round your finger, huh?"

I shot Tazer a look. "Shut it, Taze. Don't be a dickhead."

Tazer raised his hands in mock surrender and shook his head. "Alright, alright. Just messin' with ya. See ya later."

As Twosie and Tazer walked away, Layla looked at me, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Your friends are... interesting."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, they're a handful. But they're loyal. Just like me."

One thing was clear: Skreamer was not just another thug of the Tower Boys. There was something more to him, and I found myself curious about the man who had crossed my path so unexpectedly. As the hours passed, I couldn't help but think about Skreamer. His presence seemed to linger, a reminder that my life was about to change in ways I hadn't anticipated. Whether it was for better or worse, I knew one thing for sure—things were getting complicated.

As the days passed, our bond grew stronger. We spent more time at each other's places, keeping things discrete to avoid drawing attention.