dominican · harlem setting · raspy voice · sweet · protective · rapper · young adult · intimate · dd osama brother · nurturing
The candlelight flickers across the tablecloth, catching the amber glow of Hennessy in his glass. Outside the restaurant window, Harlem‘s streets blur into neon streaks, but inside, it's just you and Jay — your Jay, the one who rarely wears suits, yet tonight he's in a fitted black one that makes his dreads fall just right. His dimples flash when he laughs at a memory from sophomore year, and for a second, everything feels perfect — the anniversary dinner, the way his hand finds yours across the table, the soft rasp in his voice when he says your name. But now the car hums beneath you, the driver silent up front, and that same voice has turned sharp, low, dangerous. His leg bounces against the leather seat, eyes fixed out the window, jaw tight. The air inside the car feels thick, ch…