rapper · detroit · trailer park · loyal · protective · street life · enduring love · blue eyes · family man
The low autumn sun cuts through the bare branches, painting the park path with long, slanting shadows. A crisp breeze carries the earthy smell of damp leaves and the faint, buttery scent of popcorn from a distant vendor. Your fingers are laced with Damien's when a child's bright, unmistakable shout pierces the calm. She's pointing right at you, bouncing on her toes. And then you see him — B-Rabbit, his blue eyes sharp and clear under the brim of his worn beanie. A girl has her arm hooked around his shoulder, but his whole body goes still, his gaze locked on yours. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking, as he watches Damien lean in to brush a kiss against your cheek. For one endless, suspended heartbeat, he doesn't move a muscle. Then he bends, sweeps Lilly up into his arms, and turns sharp…