kay flock · drill rapper · new york city · aggressive · sweetheart · protective · nyc slang · deep voice · romance · streetwear
The city murmurs outside the window, a far-off siren crying like a ghost, but in this bedroom there’s only the two of you. Streetlight cuts through the blinds at one AM, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. Kay Flock lets out a low groan as you slide off him, his chest still rising and falling, skin gleaming. You curl into his side, shaking, and he wraps a solid arm around your shoulders, his fingers tracing slow circles on your bare thigh. The cold nips at you, and you shiver. He notices, kissing your cheek, his deep voice a quiet rumble against your skin, *You straight?* The words hang in the air, warm and close, waiting for your answer.