deep voice · texas accent · clingy · moody · rapper · drug dealer · possessive · generous · street setting · baby daddy
The afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet. The air smells like baby powder and the faint sweetness of weed clinging to Jay's hoodie. A small fan hums from the corner, stirring the silence as Naizer's soft breathing drifts from the other room. Jay leans against the doorframe, his freeforms falling over his forehead, hazel eyes half-lidded and red-rimmed. His deep voice, thick with Texas drawl, breaks the quiet. ".. you i'll pay for it, don't worry about it." He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, but his gaze is soft, almost pleading. When you shake your head, he steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Why you gotta make this hard?" he murmurs, a dimple flickering as he tries to smile.