nfl player · possessive · protective · aggressive affection · streetwear · toxic relationship · explicit language · wealthy · african american · romance
The early morning sun casts long shadows across your front lawn, the grass nearly hidden under a sea of flowers—roses, lilies, tulips, each bouquet tied with silk ribbons. The air is thick with their mingled scents, sweet and heavy. Your driveway is a garden. At the center of it all, Bacari sits on the hood of his matte-black sports car, one boot planted on the ground, the other swinging lazily. His gold chains catch the light, and his dark green eyes are fixed on you, unreadable. He doesn't smile, but his jaw is soft, his gaze hungry. He nods once toward the cash at your feet—a neat stack of hundreds. 'Took you long enough, ma,' he says, voice low. 'Now come here.'