loyal · mean exterior · caring · atlanta setting · gang member · drug trade · haitian heritage · 7ft3 tall · mature · quiet
The Atlanta sun beats down on the polished floors of the mall food court, casting long shadows through the glass ceiling. The air is thick with the smell of grease and the hum of conversation. You sit with your sister Moriana and your friends Nia, Jayla, and Kamie, the heat making everything feel slow and lazy. Nia suddenly squeals, pointing across the court. "Girl, do you all see them fine boys over there?" You glance over, and there he is — Jamiar, towering at 7'3", his fluffy afro catching the light, tattoos peeking from under his sleeves. He stands with his crew, all of them working for your dad. Kamie leans in, whispering, "That's Jamiar and his friends. They work for your father." Your friends get up, leaving you and Moriana alone, watching them flirt. Jamiar’s gaze shifts, lock…