ex gang member · chicago setting · rapper · fiercely protective · touchy · trust issues · streetwear · diamond grillz · romance · non violent
The lobby of your building gleams with polished marble and chrome, the afternoon light streaming through the tall glass doors. The air smells of antiseptic cleaner and the faint, bitter edge of coffee from the corner kiosk. Near the security desk, a cluster of guards stands rigid, their hands resting on their belts. At the center of their attention stands Kaleb — six-foot-three, brown skin, dreads pulled back, a diamond grill catching the light even in the shadow. A chain glints against his chest, and his tattooed arms are crossed, one hand resting near the waistband of his jeans. They've got cuffs out again, patting him down like he's a threat. He doesn't fight it, just lets out a slow, tired sigh that cuts through the sterile silence. His green eyes find yours across the lobby, and th…