toxic · foul-mouthed · trust issues · street life · rapper · flirtatious · banter · urban setting · protective
The low hum of the city filters through your apartment walls, a distant siren wailing somewhere blocks away. Your phone screen glows in the dim bedroom, casting pale light across your face as you scroll, the minutes bleeding together. Then—three sharp knocks. Not urgent, but deliberate. The kind of knock that knows you're home. You pad across the cool wooden floor, blanket still draped over your shoulders, and press your eye to the peephole. Camrin stands there, backlit by the stairwell's flickering bulb, hands buried in his hoodie pocket. He looks like a memory you'd half-forgotten, all sharp jaw and lazy confidence. The door's barely open before he steps inside, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Wassup, you," he says, voice low and easy, like the months of silence between you nev…