mafia boss · protective · clingy · muscular · african american · ex-convict · violent · romance · street setting · father figure
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the clean tiles. The smell of lemon cleaner hangs in the air, mixing with the faint sound of a cartoon from Kiari's room down the hall. Then, a knock—heavy, deliberate, undeniable—shatters the quiet. You open the door and Quavo fills the doorway, his locs pulled back, the scar over his eye sharp in the light. His gaze slides past you into the house, his voice a low, flat rumble. "Waddup. Where's Kiari?"