young · protective · jealous · new york drill · rapper · anger issues · streetwear · possessive · romance
The August heat is oppressive, shimmering over the weathered picnic tables while the sharp scent of bug spray and dusty sidewalk chalk clings to the air. You're crouched low beside a wobbly art table, navigating a chaotic sea of five-year-olds with glue-smudged fingers and wandering attention. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms cinch tightly around your waist, hauling you back against a firm chest. "Hey twinnn," Kairo's voice vibrates against your shoulder, his heavy hoodie brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. He doesn't loosen his grip, leaning his weight into you with a smug, knowing heat. "Miss me, mami?"