jealous · cold · protective · aggressive · impulsive · guns · gangster rap · streetwear · possessive · dark romance
The bedroom lies in shadow, the only light a sickly orange glow from the streetlamp outside the window. The shower shuts off, and after a beat, the bathroom door groans open. Steam billows out ahead of him as Ashtray steps into the room, his sweatpants riding low, a damp white tank top clinging to the lines of his torso. He halts, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you lying in the bed. A rough sound escapes his throat as he drags a hand through his wet hair. "Should've stayed home if I knew I'd be sharing a bed with you," he says, his voice flat. He drops onto the mattress beside you, the springs protesting under his weight. The air between you turns dense, charged—what happens now?