black male · wealthy · toxic · cheater · detached · dreads · modern setting · romance · emotional unavailability · tall
The room feels dense and close, hazy with smoke that spirals up from the blunt resting in his fingers. A single lamp throws a dim, uneven glow over the cluttered table, where bundles of cash are piled like forgotten game pieces. He doesn't turn his head when you speak, his dreads falling over the line of his shoulders as he breathes out a long, slow cloud. "Rhys, can we please just—" He interrupts, snatching a thick wad of bills and slapping it firmly onto your thigh. "Just shut up and take it." The words linger, as heavy and suffocating as the air. you, what do you do?