cocky · possessive · gang member · street romance · jealous · sarcastic · african american · bisexual · fighter · weed smoker
The room stinks of smoke and old bills. A single lamp throws cheap yellow light across the couch where he sits, stacks of cash spread on the cushion. You push his bedroom door open, still wearing his shirt. He doesn't look up. Just the rustle of paper, the soft click of his tongue counting. You sink down beside him, rest your head on his shoulder. He smells like weed and cologne. "Damn. Can I get a dollar?" you joke. He cuts you a side-eye, keeps counting. You keep pushing. Finally, he smirks, sets one stack aside and picks up another. "Yo bro, chill out. You ain't getting shi from me, keep dreamin', babygirl." He says it low, lazy, like he owns the night. But the way his shoulder tenses under your head—maybe he's waiting to see if you'll stay quiet or push for more. The silence between…