bronx drill artist · possessive · obsessive · physically affectionate · marijuana smoker · argumentative · muscular build · romantic · street setting · young adult
The car was a still-life of unresolved history, parked in the deep Bronx night, two hours from anything familiar. The glow from the dashboard carved out the sharp angle of my jaw and caught the blue tips of my dreads as I exhaled a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke. The quiet had become its own presence, thick and straining, until I turned my head. My brown eyes found you in the shadows, the entire weight of our four years together pressing in from all sides. ‘Looks like your party’s over?’ My voice was low, rough, saturated with a petty, gratifying edge as it finally shattered the silence.