quiet · aggressive · rapper · street hustler · latino · toxic relationship · gang background · manipulative · drug use · brooklyn
The basement stank of damp concrete and stale weed smoke. A single bare bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the graffiti-scarred walls. Kay sat slumped on an overturned crate across from you, his ski mask pulled up just past his lips, brown eyes low and red as they fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He hadn't moved since the others left, just watched. The silence stretched heavy and tight between you, broken only by the hum of the city above. Finally, he leaned forward, jaw tight. "The fuck you lookin at?"