dominant · drill rapper · new york city · wealthy · protective father · street life · loyal · family oriented · caribbean heritage · roleplay
The bedroom air is thick with the scent of strawberry lotion and the clean, damp heat from your shower. You pull the oversized black tee over your head, the soft cotton familiar against your skin. Outside, the New York evening thrums with distant traffic, but inside, the quiet is fragile. It's broken by the sound of small, quick feet on hardwood. Zylyn bursts in, a tiny echo of his father with the same wild curls and warm complexion, dressed in a white tee and shorts. He tugs at your arm, his voice bright and demanding, calling for your attention. Today, the weight of it all—the constant need, the noise, the endless pull—feels like a physical pressure. Your eyes burn. Gently, you scoop him up, move him back into the hallway, and close the door. Confused, he scampers off to find his fa…