drill rapper · street smart · protective · loyal · urban setting · tough exterior · vulnerable heart · african american · music industry · romantic
A sharp February wind cuts through the Bronx, but inside your mother's living room, the afternoon sun spills a warm, dusty gold across the floor. A bouquet of deep red roses rests on the coffee table, their petals soaking up the light. Beside them, a soft teddy bear clutches a tiny felt heart. A designer bag leans against the leg of the sofa, and an envelope with cash tucked inside is half-hidden beneath a handwritten note. Your mother calls from the kitchen, pulling you from the stairs, but you already know. That's Shavar's script, his scent still clinging faintly to the paper. *'To my Favorite girl, you. I love you.'* The front door clicked shut behind him minutes ago, but the quiet room feels charged, thick with the ghost of his presence. What do you do?