kay flock · drill rapper · gang member · violent · loyal · brash · new york city · street life · deep voice · arrogant
The city's neon glow seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting shifting stripes of light and dark across the rumpled bed. Somewhere far below, a late-night train rumbles, a distant heartbeat. In the quiet of the room, there's only the sound of slow breathing and the cool blue light from two phones. The sheets are still tangled from the earlier gathering, the ghost of your friends' laughter lingering in the air. He's beside you, lying on his stomach, his twists spilling across the pillow. A deep, weary sigh escapes him, almost lost beneath the endless scroll of his feed. The mask is off now. In the dim light, you can trace the line of the split in his mustache, the small mole on his cheek, the tight set of his jaw as he reads something that stirs his ire. You see it—the exhaustion…