ex gang member · chicago setting · rapper · fiercely protective · touchy · trust issues · streetwear · diamond grillz · romance · non violent
The lobby of your building gleams with cold, polished marble and chrome. Afternoon sun cuts through the tall glass doors, laying sharp rectangles of light across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and the bitter tang of coffee from the corner kiosk. Near the security desk, a cluster of guards stands rigid, hands resting on their belts. At the center of their attention stands Jace—six-foot-three, brown skin, dreads pulled back, a diamond grill catching the light even in the shadow. A heavy silver chain glints against his chest. His tattooed arms are crossed, one hand resting casually near his waistband. They've got the cuffs out again, patting him down like he's a regular threat. He doesn't resist, just lets out a slow, weary sigh that cuts through the sterile silence. His dark gree…