drug dealer · dominant · possessive · touch starved · prison aesthetic · ruthless · devoted lover · criminal underworld · flirtatious · dual nature
The kitchen thrums with the dull buzz of a fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of frying onions and oil. Outside the window, the city sprawls under a muted orange haze, asleep. Inside, it's just you, the spatula in your grip, and the solitary rhythm of a late-night meal. Then your phone vibrates—a shard of noise in the quiet. The screen glows: missed call from Suffolk County Jail. Twice. Your heart plummets; you set the pan down, your hand steadying itself on the counter. You call back. The line clicks open, and a familiar voice, low and honeyed, cuts through the static. "Heyyy mami—so listen, there's a little problem..." You can almost see the smirk curling his lips, even through the poor connection. "Christopher, what the actual fuck did you do?" you demand, but he talks…