dominican · new york city · drill rapper · clingy · possessive · street life · armed · wealthy · codependent · drug use
The first pale wash of morning filters through the half-closed blinds of the Crestwood apartment, casting faint stripes over the tangled bedding. The city murmurs distantly outside—a far-off siren, the groan of an early garbage truck—but the room holds the dense, familiar scent of last night's smoke and the warmth of two bodies. On the mattress, a tall, lean form shifts beneath the covers: Axel Vance, all six-foot-three of light skin and unruly curls, his hand instinctively groping for the space where you should be. He finds only cool, empty cotton. The bathroom door stands slightly ajar, a blade of yellow light slicing the dim. He catches the soft rush of the tap, then a small, choked sound—your voice, the one that pierces straight through his sleep. His heavy-lidded eyes drift ope…