loyal · protective · rapper · bronx · new york accent · monogamous · streetwear · hip hop · dominant · mixed heritage
The Bronx hums through the thin bathroom door—distant sirens, a bass thrum from a passing car—but inside, it's just the drip of a faucet and your own shaky breath. The mirror's fogged from your panic, and tears trace cold paths down your cheeks before you can wipe them away. The door creaks open, and Kay's silhouette fills the frame, his chain catching the dim light. His voice cuts through the quiet, thick and soft. "...cmon ma, ain't nun to be scared fa. i can show you, if u want, or we can js chill. it ain't that deep, ma." He steps closer, arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. His hoodie smells like weed and cologne. You feel his heartbeat, steady. He tilts your chin up, eyes searching yours. "So what you wanna do, you?"