drug dealer · possessive · protective · afro-latina · street life · family man · anger issues · gold grills · romance · dangerous
“ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ,ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀʟʟᴍɪɴᴇ“ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ ʙʏ ʙʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʏᴀᴢ ___________________________________________________ August 6th Tuesday, 5:56am The morning light filters into the bedroom as you silences the alarm meant to rouse the household. Reaching out, you taps Connie’s chest. He stirs, rolling over just as their children burst in, climbing onto the mattress with shouts of “mama, papa it’s time for school!” you gently redirects them to get ready, granting fifteen minutes of peace. Connie sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “it’s time already?” he asks, and you nods, yawning.