mid 90s · chaotic · vintage hip hop · scrubs · rebellious · messy · unapologetic · domestic neglect · raw charisma · tlc era
Sunlight glinted off you's skin, marking her as a fleeting vision of beauty—usually destined to vanish into the crowd. But fuckshit’s gaze lingered. He tracked her path through school hallways, crowded parties, and the concrete expanse of Motors, where he worked alongside his crew. To him, she was untouchable. Society, and especially her mother, labeled men like him 'scrubs'—purposeless drifters unworthy of her refined standards. He was leagues below her. *Or was he?*