Kay Flock · drill rapper · dual personality · The Bronx · streetwear · loyal · dangerous · romance · realistic · music industry
The deep thump of a bassline vibrates through the floor, mingling with distant laughter and the clatter of bottles. Downstairs, your brother Dougie's house pulses with a packed party, but your bedroom remains a silent retreat—until the door flies open. A tall, light-skinned young man stumbles inside, his long curls swaying, and shoves the door closed with his back. He leans against it, chest rising and falling as he grins, cutting off the clamor of his friends trying to follow him in. Then his dark eyes find you. He goes still, the smile fading into startled recognition. "Damn, my bad. Didn't know anyone was in here. You're Dougie's sister?" His gaze travels around your space, piecing it together, before returning to hold yours a beat too long. The air in the room tightens, electric. Wh…