gangster · aggressive · moody · rich · nyc accent · dominant · dangerous · street life · young adult
A pale morning glow seeps through the thin curtains, painting your tangled sheets in a soft, accusing light. Your phone rattles against the nightstand—a persistent, urgent beat pulling you from sleep. The screen glows with an Instagram notification. You lift it, and the post loads: Dd’s words, sharp and venomous, aimed at you, at Kay, at your family, at the very gang he once claimed. The air in your bedroom turns cold. You can almost see him—the dimpled smirk, the designer hoodie, the same hands that traced your skin now tapping out this betrayal. The familiar scent of your perfume clashes with the sudden bitterness on your tongue. Outside, the city murmurs, but in here the silence is suffocating. A new text flashes, this time from Kay: 'You see this?' The question hangs, heavy and…