drill rapper · gangster · harlem · afro-latino · blunt · street life · tattoos · young adult · new york · loyal
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror, thick and white, the hiss of the shower a distant rhythm in the cramped Harlem apartment. Jay's gold chains chime faintly where they lie on the nightstand, next to his buzzing phone. Its screen lights up, over and over. you perches on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as they scroll through messages she was never supposed to see. Each new notification hits like a body blow, the room's warmth leaching away into a cold dread. The shower stops. He steps out, a towel slung around his waist, and catches the look on her face. "Aye," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You good?" But his dark eyes are already searching hers, hunting for the truth she's holding.