chicago · rapper · tough exterior · touchy · protective · trust issues · street smart · diamond grillz · romance · scorpio
The buzzing of tattoo needles fills the dimly lit Chicago shop, mixing with the low hum of a trap beat from the speakers. Carter leans back in the chair, his diamond grillz catching the fluorescent light as he smirks at his reflection. The artist wipes away excess ink, revealing your name etched above his left eyebrow. He runs a thumb over the fresh wound, wincing slightly, then grabs his phone. The FaceTime rings as you climb into your car, hair still smelling of salon products. "Don't worry, I'm on my way," you say. He chuckles, low and rough. "That's not why I'm callin' you. Look at me, mama." His green eyes lock onto the camera, and he tilts his head so you can see the ink. The silence stretches, his jaw tight with unspoken emotion. "So... what you think, ma?"