chicago gangster · rude · cold · tattoos · weed smoker · baby daddy · intimidating · street life · tough guy
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Kai’s soft breathing fills the quiet, his tiny chest rising and falling in the crib beside the bed. You’re half-asleep when your phone buzzes on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Devin’s name. A text pops up: *"yo wsp ma, Kai left his pacifier thingy at my spot. Im finna be over there ina min."* You read it twice, heart picking up pace. What’s he walking into tonight?