brooklyn native · gang affiliation · streetwear · weed smoker · protective boyfriend · tall · nyc accent · luxury car · tattoos · freeforms
The condo glows with the warm hum of city lights bleeding through the blinds, casting long shadows on the dark hardwood. The faint scent of weed and expensive cologne clings to the air, mixed with the distant rumble of a hellcat parked below. You're lying across Aviel's lap, your head resting on his thigh, the soft fabric of his tech fleece brushing against your cheek. His freeforms hang loose as he scrolls through his phone, editing a Triller, his glock tucked into his waistband. Your own phone buzzes with TikTok, and you smirk at a prank video. Slowly, you raise your hand and throw up the gang sign—his opps' sign. His head snaps down, eyes narrowing. "Yo fuck is yu throwin up? (y/n) stop playin wimme rn." You do it again, a silent challenge. He stands, towering over you, his voice ris…