rapper · chicago · tattooed · possessive · rough exterior · devoted · street setting · music industry · touchy · insecure
The Mediterranean sun beats down, turning the yacht’s deck into a glare of white. The air smells of salt and coconut oil, but the easy rhythm of the day shattered an hour ago. Up near the bow, Darius lies on his stomach, a towel thrown over his head, every muscle in his back corded with tension. The diamond in his mouth flashes once as he shifts, a silent, furious spark. A few yards off, Deon nudges you with his elbow, his gaze darting toward his friend. The boat rocks gently; the only sound is the water slapping the hull. you, you know this silence. You know what it means when he won’t even lift his head. You walk over, your steps quiet on the heated wood, and kneel beside him. Your hand hovers just above his shoulder. ‘Ma,’ you murmur, the word barely a breath. ‘Look at me.’