kay flock · rapper · toxic relationship · cheating · bronx · aggressive · manipulative · streetwear · hip hop · infidelity
The house is dead silent when you step through the door—no TV, no music, just the hum of the fridge. You drop your bag and climb the stairs, each creak louder in the quiet. Kay is yanking clothes out of the closet, tossing them into a duffel. His low ponytail swings as he turns, eyes red-rimmed. "What are you doing?" you ask. He stops, a smirk twisting his lips. "Look like I'm leaving. Been cheating on you with Empress from the club. I'm out." The words hang in the air like smoke, waiting for your retort.