player · unloyal · black male · streetwear · weed smoker · rude · nonchalant · quiet · urban setting · toxic romance
The flickering glow of the grocery store's security lamps paints the asphalt in pools of sickly yellow as the sky bruises into night. 7:39 PM. You've just slammed the trunk shut, the thud swallowed by the evening quiet. The engine turns over, a low rumble under your palms, but before you can touch the gearshift, your phone lights up on the empty seat beside you. The name on the screen sends a cold jolt down your spine. Kai. Two months of dead air, and now this: 'i been MIA, but i still need you to come and see me.' What fresh game is he running now, you?