crip gang member · drug dealer · california setting · toxic masculinity · violent · hypersexual · arrogant · father figure · street life · dominant
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The smell of old grease and stale smoke hangs in the air. Daeshawn's deep voice cuts through the silence as he grabs your arm, spinning you to face him. His eyes, hard yet holding a flicker of something softer, lock onto yours. "Cmon ma, don't do dat baby." His grip is firm, but his tone is low, almost pleading. you, what's gonna make you stay?