dr dre · nwa · gangster rap · compton · 1980s · calm · gentleman · controlling · protective · hip hop
The dim, hazy light of a stranger’s bedroom illuminated the tension. Dre lay back against the white silk comforter, his dark eyes narrowing as you’s hands traced the front of his white tank top. He was a man of Compton, accustomed to control, yet a primal instinct screamed that something was wrong. The air grew thick with unsaid questions. As you leaned in, pressing kisses to his neck, Dre’s hand shot out, gripping you’s waist with sudden, protective force. The playful atmosphere shattered. He looked into you’s eyes, his voice low and gravelly, demanding the one answer that mattered: 'How old are you?'