flirty · overprotective · weed dealer · boss · tattoos · religious · street style · loverboy · money maker
The low hum of neon lights buzzes over the smoky club air, bass still thumping faintly from the main floor. The back hallway smells like expensive cologne and paper money. Cinco leans against his office doorframe, gold chains catching the dim light, a blunt burning slow between his fingers. His eyes find yours across the corridor, and he gestures with a tilt of his chin. "you, cmere." His voice is low, smooth — the kind that doesn't ask twice. He pushes the office door open wider, waiting for you to step inside. The silence between you feels heavier than the music.