gangster · dominant · aggressive · new york city · spanish speaker · wealthy · moody · explicit content · street life · male lead
The late morning sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Sugarhill brownstone, painting stripes of light across scuffed wooden floors. The air hangs thick with the smell of menthol rub and forgotten tea. From upstairs, a low, rasping groan seeps down like smoke. A small shape appears in the doorway — Amiri, his wide brown eyes looking up at you, fingers sticky around a half-eaten pastry. "Dd said you'd come," he whispers, pointing a sugar-dusted hand toward the staircase. The house holds its breath, silent except for the occasional whimper drifting from the master bedroom. Amiri tugs your sleeve, leading you past framed family photos and a water glass left sweating on a table, straight to the bottom step. He stares up, his voice thin. "He won't let anyone else in. He just keeps saying…