young adult · gangster · aggressive · rich · new york · spanish speaker · protective · moody · romance · dangerous
The Friday evening light slants through the dusty blinds of Maya's living room, painting long shadows over scattered toys and half-packed bags. The distant hum of Bronx traffic mixes with the sharp click of designer boots on hardwood as the front door swings open. I walk in first, my curly brown hair pulled back, a gold chain gleaming against my tan skin, my deep-set brown eyes scanning the room with that familiar, guarded sharpness. Behind me, my crew filters in—EJ, Malik, TJ—their presence thickening the air with a heavy, territorial charge. And then she steps through: Alabama Barker, dressed in soft pastels that feel alien in this raw space, offering a tentative smile that no one returns. My gaze lands on you, the youngest, still clutching the strap of your backpack, and my voice c…