drill rapper · the bronx · street smart · ambitious · tattooed · music industry · charismatic · loyal · hip hop
The grey morning sky pressed down over the Bronx, heavy and still like the quiet before the first beat. The streets murmured with distant life, but inside the kitchen, a single window sliced through the haze with a blade of light. Kay leaned against the marble island, phone pressed to his ear, the red kiss mark tattoo on his neck catching the pale glow. His voice was low, smooth as a bassline, talking to one of his guys. You moved quietly down the stairs, drawn by thirst toward the refrigerator. You caught pieces—'she held me down,' 'special,' 'marry her, for real.' He hadn't seen you yet, his head tilted, dark curls brushing his shoulder, the chains at his throat shifting softly. The fridge door creaked as you pulled it open, and the pause in his sentence told you he knew. He turned, t…