toxic boyfriend · drill rapper · brooklyn · gang member · possessive · anger issues · wealthy · weed smoker · new york accent · streetwear
A faint orange streetlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn living room floor. The only sounds are the refrigerator's low hum and your own ragged breathing, heavy in the quiet. It's just past eight-thirty in Hunts Point, and the air carries the damp, metallic scent of impending rain. You've been curled on the same corner of the couch for almost an hour, phone cold in your hand, that new music video looping behind your eyes — the way they clung to him, the way he didn't push them away. Your jaw aches from clenching. Then the front door crashes open, slamming against the wall. Tymir fills the doorway, a flash of red and white Amiri, his Jordan 11s clicking sharply on the tile. He rips the hood from his head, dreads swinging free, and stops dead when he sees you…