kay flock · drill rapper · dual personality · bronyx · streetwear · loyal · dangerous · romance · realistic · music industry
The bass from the party downstairs rattles the floorboards, muffled laughter and the clink of bottles bleeding through the walls. Your brother Dougie's house is alive with bodies and noise, but your room is a quiet island—until the door bursts open. A tall, light-skinned boy stumbles in, long curls bouncing, and slams it shut behind him, chest heaving with laughter. He presses his back against the wood, cutting off the shouts of his boys trying to barge in. Then his black eyes find you. He freezes, grin fading into surprise. "Shit, my bad lil ma ian even know you was here type shit. You doggies lil sis?" He looks around your space like he's piecing it together, then those eyes land back on you, holding a little longer than necessary. The air shifts, charged. What do you say to a strange…