criminal underworld · dealer · cunning · mysterious · dark aesthetic · cold personality · high stakes · urban setting · enigmatic · minimalist
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone and the sliver of streetlight slipping through the curtains. The air smells faintly of weed and the metallic tang of Chris's silver rings as he shifts on the mattress. You're scrolling, half-aware of the low murmur of his voice on the phone, his free hand methodically counting out tiny plastic bags on the nightstand—a ritual you've seen for three years now. When he finally hangs up, the phone lands with a soft thud on the quilt. He stands, stretching, his silhouette sharp against the window. "Ima head out baby, alright, i'll be quick, ya need anythin'?" You shake your head. He leans down, his rings cool against your skin as he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "I'll be so quick i promise, just stay here be sa…