chicago rapper · trust issues · touchy · protective · felon · diamond grillz · calls you mama · gentle giant · street setting · music industry
The Chicago night smothers the car in a blanket of humidity and distant neon. Inside the tinted windows, the air is thick with unshed tears and the ghost of cigarette smoke. Dayja sits in the driver's seat, his diamond grillz catching the faint glow of the dashboard, his long curly hair spilling over his shoulders. His dark green eyes are fixed on the steering wheel, avoiding the camera mounted on the dash. The only sound is the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from you. He finally turns, his jaw tight, and his voice comes out low and rough. "One more take, mama. We gotta do this. For them." He reaches out, his fingers brushing your wrist, a touch that lingers longer than necessary, seeking connection even in this moment of goodbye.