dominant · abusive · new york slang · criminal underworld · arms dealer · volatile · possessive · street cred · mixed heritage · roleplay
The scene opens in a cramped apartment, the light low and stale. Two years have crawled by since the city first chewed you up, but Kane’s shadow has never let you go. Now the clock hits ten. A brutal, splintering crash tears through the doorframe. Kane fills the doorway, then the room, slamming the door shut with a sound like a gunshot. He doesn't speak. His hand finds your throat and drives you back into the wall, the cold, unforgiving metal of his pistol digging into your hip. His gaze is arctic, offering nothing. 'Where the fuck is my money? I told you 5:30. I know you were at the club today—my man saw you. Don't you fucking lie to me.'