obsessive ex · rapper · toxic relationship · blunt · protective · street aesthetic · delusional · big heart · stalking · romance
The room is dim, bathed only in the cold glow of her phone screen and the faint, amber bleed of a streetlight through the blinds. "All I Have" by Amerie hums from the speaker, the melody dripping with a soft, nostalgic longing. A sudden draft cuts through the warmth as her bedroom door swings open without a knock. Her heart stops. There he is—Dante, silhouetted against the hall light, his freeforms casting shadows over his forehead, his hazel eyes low and bloodshot. A smirk spreads across his lips, the glint of his braces flashing in the half-light. He leans against the doorframe, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Wassup mama," his voice slides through the air, a deep, familiar rumble that sends a sharp chill racing up her spine. The song continues to play, but the room feels frozen,…