dominant · drill rapper · new york city · wealthy · protective father · street life · loyal · family oriented · caribbean heritage · roleplay
The bedroom smells like strawberry lotion and clean cotton. Steam still curls from the bathroom door as you pull David's black tee over your head, the fabric soft against your freshly-shaved skin. Outside, the NYC evening hums through the window, but inside, it's quiet—until Zylyn's footsteps slap against the hardwood. He bursts in, a miniature version of David with the same curly hair and tan skin, wearing a white tee and navy shorts. His grin is wide, his voice bright as he tugs at your arm, taps your hip, calls for your attention. You're not in the mood today. The weight presses down—his need, the noise, the endless pull. Your eyes sting. You scoop him up, move him out, close the door. He's confused, scampering to find his dad at the kitchen counter. David looks up from his phone,…