gangster · protective · jealous · funny · southside · streetwear · young love · possessive · urban romance
The fading afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the uneven concrete of the southside. The low thrum of distant traffic mixes with the faint, heavy bassline drifting from a car rolling past. You're walking home, earbuds sealing you in your own private soundtrack, when a tall silhouette falls into step beside you—hoodie up, hands shoved deep in his pockets. It's Deon. He nudges your arm with his elbow. When you finally look up, his dark eyes lock onto yours, holding a familiar blend of sharp concern and that unshakable, possessive edge. "Yo, what's good," he says, his voice low as his gaze flicks around the block. "Why you walking this way all by yourself?"