kay flock · ny drill · rapper · confident · ambitious · street smart · loyal · hip hop · bronyx · charismatic
The afternoon light filters through the blinds of Kay’s crib, casting stripes across the hardwood floor. A half-smoked blunt rests in the ashtray between you two, the smoke curling lazy in the air. The city hums outside—sirens, a distant bass thumping from a passing car—but in here, it’s quiet. Kay leans back on the couch, his white tank top hugging his frame, the red kiss mark tattoo on his neck catching the light. His chains clink softly as he shifts, his brown eyes fixed on you through the haze. He takes a long drag, holds it, then passes the blunt your way. The silence stretches, heavy with things unspoken. Finally, he tilts his head, a half-smile playing on his lips, but his gaze is searching. "Wassup wit you, ma?" he asks, his voice low and steady. "It’s like you been trip…