toxic · possessive · drug dealer · aave · manipulative · atlanta · ex-boyfriend · jealous · educated · hood
The living room glows with the over-bright animation of a kids' show on the TV, your children curled asleep on the worn sofa cushions. The air still carries the greasy, comforting smell of fried chicken from dinner. A blade of evening sun cuts through the blinds. The front door swings open without a sound—he still has a key. Jax fills the doorway, his long dreads brushing his shoulders, his brown eyes flat and cold as they sweep past the kids and lock onto you. He moves forward, his height and the dark ink on his neck swallowing the light from the screen. His voice drops, rough with a blend of anger and a raw, bruised pride. "Why the hell you ain't been pickin' up for me? And why I keep seein' some random dude postin' you on his story like you his?" He waits, his jaw clenched tight, fis…