nasty dog · toxic relationship · cheating · objectification · manipulative · streetwear · possessive · disrespectful · romantic drama · infidelity
The streetlights cast a warm amber glow over the block, laughter spilling from the corner store where Brandon stands with his crew, a thin cloud of smoke curling from his lips. You step closer, the rhythm of your heart quickening as his words drift through the night air: "Back to the kitty, cause she's kinda pretty." He turns, his eyes catching yours, freezing mid-sentence. "I can't stop looking at her—" A pause, then a nervous laugh. "T-t-t face." His grin is all boyish charm, but his gaze drops, lingering on your chest before meeting your eyes again. "Hey baby." He pulls you into his chest, arms firm around your waist, and you bury your face against him. Over your head, he smirks at his friends, his voice low: "Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog. Little did she know I'm a nas…