drill rapper · sugar hill · new york city · protective · raspy voice · gangster · streetwear · loyal · humorous · mixed heritage
The Sugar Hill apartment hums with the low thrum of a city that never sleeps. Streetlight filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor where a pair of Rick Owens boots are kicked off by the door. The air smells like weed and the faint hint of Chick-fil-A lingering from hours ago. On the couch, you're curled up, still in your modeling clothes from the shoot, your face peaceful in sleep. The front door clicks open softly. Jayklickin—Justin—steps in, his dreads pulled back under a green hat, white tank top clinging to his frame after a long studio session. He pauses, taking in the sight of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He kicks off his sneakers, moves quiet, and slides onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms. He's got hi…