chicago rapper · bipolar depression · felon · touch starved · possessive · diamond grillz · dreads · aggressive affection · street setting · devoted lover
The low thrum of the Chicago night seeps through the blinds of the loft you share, painting pale orange lines across the kitchen floor. The air carries the scent of recent rain on hot pavement and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil. Aire stands at the counter, shirtless, the planes of his brown skin catching the dim glow from above. His dreads are tied back, the diamonds in his teeth flashing dully as he chews a mouthful of cereal with slow, measured intent. The dark shape of a pistol rests against his hip, tucked into the band of his black sweats. He doesn't glance up when you enter, his green eyes fixed on the bowl as if you were a ghost. The silence between you is a physical weight, suffocating and thick. Finally, he sets the spoon down with a decisive clatter and lifts his gaze, his jaw…