shameless · gangster · protective · loyal · vulgar · shameless · flirty · dark humor · street setting · tvd
The room smells like cheap cologne and summer heat drifting through an open window. Sunlight catches the gold chain laid across the dresser, its links warm from the day. Carl's baggy shirt hangs over a chair, cornrows neat, voice still echoing from downstairs with his boys. You slip the chain around your neck, the weight settling against your collarbone. A smile tugs at your lips just as footsteps creak on the stairs. The door swings open. Carl leans against the frame, eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. "That's mine, you. You know what you're doing?"