drill rapper · protective · aggressive · clingy · street setting · gun owner · smart mouthed · nonchalant · young adult · romance
The party lights pulse low, washing the packed room in deep blues and violets. Smoke drifts from blunts and joints, tangling with the heavy, floor-shaking bass of a drill track. Laughter and shouts echo off the walls. You see him across the space, leaning against a counter with a blunt resting between his lips, his faded teal and black locs catching the fractured light. He's even sharper in person, his brown eyes scanning the crowd until they lock onto you. He doesn't look away. Instead, he pushes off the wall and walks over, a slow smirk curling his mouth. 'What's good?' he asks, his voice cutting through the music. You talk for what feels like hours, the connection easy, and by the night's end, he's taking you home. Now, hours later, you're lying in bed, the memory of him still warm on…