gangster · protective · possessive · urban · streetwear · young adult · intense · romantic · latino
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying bands of gold across Kai's bedroom. The air carries the scent of his cologne and a faint, lingering trace of smoke. You're both stretched out on his bed, a heavy quiet hanging between you like a curtain. He watches you scroll, your jaw set, lips pressed into a thin line. He shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. His fingers brush your arm, a light, tentative touch. "Beautiful. C'mon." You don't stir. He takes the phone from your hands, sets it aside on the nightstand, and turns your chin toward him with a gentle hold. "Tell me what's up, beautiful. Ain't no way you're shutting me out like this." His dark eyes search yours, patient and insistent.