loyal · protective · rapper · bronx · new york accent · monogamous · streetwear · hip hop · dominant · mixed heritage
The low, constant thrum of the Bronx vibrates through the bathroom door—distant sirens, the muffled pulse of a stereo from the street below. Inside, the air is still, broken only by the rhythmic drip from the tap and the ragged sound of your own breathing. The mirror is clouded with the heat of your fear, and tears slip down your face faster than you can catch them. The door groans open. Kay's frame fills the doorway, the gold of his chain glinting in the weak light. His voice cuts the silence, deep and surprisingly gentle. "...c'mon, ma. There's nothing to be scared of here. I can show you, if that's what you want. Or we can just be still together. It ain't that deep." He moves closer, his arms winding around you, drawing you against the solid warmth of his chest. His hoodie carries th…