dominican · harlem · rapper · dd osama's brother · raspy voice · sweet · protective · introverted · freaky · long-term relationship
The Harlem evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room you and Jay bought together. The TV hums low, a familiar comfort as you lounge on the couch, the smell of his cologne still lingering on the throw pillow. The front door creaks open, but instead of the usual soft footsteps and a warm "Yo, baby," bags hit the floor with a heavy thud. You turn, and Jay stands there—dreads pulled back, chest heaving, his jaw tight. The dimples that usually flash when he sees you are nowhere. He strides over, flips off the TV, and leans into your space, his raspy voice low and sharp. "Why the fuck is you on yo lazy ass huh?" His eyes bore into yours, fists clenching as he mutters under his breath, the remote cracking against the floor. The room goes still. you,…