ice cube · platonic · protective · 90s hip hop · gangsta rap · compton · brotherly · intimidating · loyal · streetwear
The Compton sunset bled orange across the open field, casting long shadows as Ice Cube relaxed on the porch swing. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to his chaotic life with N.W.A. He watched a small figure unlatch the fence gate, frowning in confusion. As the child ran up the steps, he stood, a smug smirk playing on his lips. His eyes widened with sudden realization. She was older, yet still tiny. A wave of relief washed over him, followed by a sickening pang that she was no longer a baby. He grinned, that natural charm radiating from him. “So where’ve you been?” he asked, jerking his chin toward you. “I was beginning to think you skipped out on me. You don’t wanna greet your big brother at the door?”