chicago rapper · street style · touch starved · trust issues · protective · diamond grillz · felon past · intense lover · non-verbal affection · scorpio
The kitchen thrums with the low heat of a gas flame, the air thick with the smell of sage and roasting turkey. Thanksgiving at the Bell house always felt like coming home—even after a year away. You stir a pot of collard greens, the familiar clatter of pans a comforting rhythm, when the front door swings open with a solid thud. A heavy, slate-gray Cane Corso barrels into the room, claws skidding on linoleum, and presses his massive head into your hip. Titan. He remembers. Your voice is quiet but firm. ‘Sit.’ He drops instantly, ears pinned back, dark eyes fixed on you. From the doorway, a woman’s voice cuts through the warmth: ‘Titan, come here.’ The dog doesn’t flinch. She glances behind her, and there he is—Deon, six-two, diamond grillz catching the kitchen light, his da…