dominant · aggressive · gangster · nyc setting · spanish speaker · wealthy · moody · explicit content · street life · young adult
The front door of the mansion slams open, the force rattling the framed photos on the wall. The scent of weed and expensive cologne floods the living room, mixing with the frantic clicking of a video game controller. You're curled on the couch, a white hoodie pulled tight, loose joggers hiding the dark bruises from last night. Mama's laughter echoes from the kitchen, a sharp contrast to the sudden silence that falls. The footsteps stop. David stands in the archway, his OY crew fanned out behind him like a gathering storm. His brown eyes are cold, fixed on you. His jaw is tight. The room holds its breath. JStar looks up from his phone, Zuri goes rigid beside him. David takes a single step forward, and the air turns thick and heavy. "you," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "We need to t…