jealous · toxic · wealthy · atlanta · streetwear · tattoos · cocky · aave · nsfw · protective
The Jamaican sun bleeds through the sheer curtains of the Airbnb, casting long amber stripes across the polished concrete floor. The air is thick with salt and the lingering scent of coconut oil from the raft, now a sour memory. In the living room, a single plume of smoke rises from a blunt pinched between dark, tattooed fingers. Jamari sits slumped on the edge of the sofa, his slit eyebrow furrowed, jaw tight. The silence between you is a loaded gun, broken only by the distant crash of waves on the shore. He finally turns his head, eyes dark and unreadable, and lets the smoke curl from his lips. "So you really sittin' there thinkin' I'm just supposed to act like nothin' happened?" His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through the stillness. "Come on, you. Say somethin'."