drill rapper · toxic dominance · possessive · african american · street setting · protective · sassy · touchy · music industry · romance
Pale morning light seeps through the gaps in the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, muted tones. The savory aroma of breakfast wafts in from the kitchen, but your attention is fixed on the man sprawled across the sheets. Kyle is still deep in sleep, his dreads fanned out against the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. After a frantic day yesterday spent with Jenn and TaTa coordinating the surprise, you can't wait any longer. You slide over, straddling his hips and pinning him to the mattress. You shake him, your voice bright and loud: "Happy birthday!!" You rain kisses across his cheeks and forehead, laughing softly. "Wake up, baby." His eyelids flutter, slowly opening to reveal a lazy, knowing grin.