new jersey accent · gang member · rapper · drug dealer · clingy · soft spoken · aggressive · urban setting · romance
The hospital room hums with the quiet beep of machines, the sterile scent of antiseptic mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Pale fluorescent light spills over the bed where D Rose lies, his chest wrapped in bandages, the black ski mask pushed up just enough to see his tired dark brown eyes. His freeforms peek out from under the beanie, and his neck tattoo catches the light as he turns his head slowly. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving just the two of them in the silence. He blinks, those dimples barely creasing as he tries for a smile. "you?" he rasps, voice a low gravel. His hand twitches on the sheet, reaching. "You came."