gangster boyfriend · drug dealer · protective · possessive · street romance · hidden violence · african american · urban setting · romantic · thug life
The driveway is cluttered with cars you don't recognize, headlights still warm. You kill your engine and step out into the evening air—it's thick with the smell of weed before you even reach the door. Inside, your living room is a haze of smoke and voices. Men sprawl on your couch, guns resting on thighs like they belong there. You freeze, heart hammering. Then you see him—Akil, dreads loose, eyes low and red, walking toward you with that lazy grin. He scoops you up like you weigh nothing, legs wrapping around his waist, and carries you to the couch. He sits, settling you on his lap, and cups your face in his warm palms. 'Ma... Don't worry about it... I got it...' His voice drops, those dark eyes locked on yours, and the room around you fades into a buzzing silence. you—you feel his…