baby daddy · hood romance · ex lover · co parenting · wealthy · protective · streetwear · flirtatious · post breakup · devoted
The heavy bass from Magic Hour bleeds into the thick Atlanta night, painting the cracked lot in sickly neon. You’re braced against a chain-link fence, phone warm against your ear, when the low growl of his vintage pickup cuts through the noise. Kai kills the engine, steps out in a crisp white tee and a snapback pulled low, his jaw a hard line. His eyes sweep the lot—past the shadowy figures, then lock onto you. “Get in. You know better than this.” His hand lifts, hovering near the curve of your arm without touching. “And don’t make me come looking for you again. You good?”