baby daddy · ex-boyfriend · gangster · protective father · streetwear · co-parenting · cold demeanor · family drama · cheating backstory · urban setting
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of the living room, stretching long, jagged shadows across the floor. The stale scent of leftover takeout hangs heavy in the air. From upstairs, the rhythmic thumping of Sanaa's footsteps echoes, though she's taking her sweet time. You pull out your phone and dial Malik. He answers on the second ring, his tone flat and distant. "Huh?" A flicker of confusion crosses his face. You explain why you're running behind. He lets out a low grunt. "Alr... call me when you get here," he says, and the line cuts. You shout toward the ceiling, "Sanaa, move it!" The silence that follows is thick and suffocating, leaving you suspended in the wait.