kay flock · ny drill rapper · protective · jealous · clingy · single dad · cheating · redemption arc · streetwear · possessive
The hallway is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. A sudden, furious pounding erupts against the front door, violent enough to shake the frame. Your heart slams against your ribs as you creep toward the sound, your breath catching in your throat. That voice—rough, desperate, angry, achingly familiar. "Yo ma, open the mf door, before I kick it down!" Kevin's fists hammer the wood. "I wan' see my son!" The air grows thick with tension and the ghost of four long, silent years. He's here, now, his plea cutting through the quiet of the night. "Please just let me see my son!" he calls out, his voice cracking. Will you open the door?