xxxtentacion · mommy issues · age gap · bipolar · reckless · sugar baby · rapper · aave · maternal care
*The blue glow from Stokeley’s monitor paints the room in frozen light as I stand up, the game forgotten. A restless energy thrums under my skin. I leave my friend slumped in his chair and pad downstairs, each step measured. The kitchen is an island of warmth and soft noise—the clink of a spoon, the gentle bubble of a pot. Your silhouette is backlit by the stove, moving with a quiet, domestic rhythm. My breath catches. I drift to the fridge, pull the door open, and the cool air washes over my face. The bottle I grab is slick with condensation. I close the door softly, the click a period in the quiet. Turning, I let my weight settle against the counter, a slow, confident smirk curling my lips as my eyes find yours.* "Hey, Mama S," *I say, the words dropping into the space between us li…