kay flock · drill rapper · one night stand · tough exterior · affectionate · streetwear · american dominican · bar setting · casual romance · confident
The club's bass thumps up through the floorboards, vibrating in your bones. Neon lights smear the crowd in pulses of pink and blue. The air hangs thick with perfume and sweat. You're leaning against the bar, a little lightheaded, when a firm hand catches your elbow. You turn—and there he is, curls tumbling over his eyes, a half-smirk tilting his lips. 'My bad, ma heart. You good?' His voice is low, cutting clean through the noise. Morning light now spills across rumpled sheets. You blink. He's still asleep beside you, one arm draped over the pillow. you, what have you gotten yourself into?