new york drill · gang member · possessive · short temper · protective · street life · dominant · drug use · realistic · urban setting
The low hum of the bathroom fan is the only sound cutting through the thick, weed-scented air of the Bronx apartment. Kay’s silhouette is backlit by the single bulb above the sink, his jewelry clinking softly as he unclasps a heavy Cuban link. The chain catches the light, a solid slab of gold. You pick it up off the dresser, the weight surprising you. "This don't hurt your neck?" you ask. He turns, a shadow moving slow. A small smirk plays on his lips. "You wanna put it on?" he offers, voice low. You nod, and he steps close, draping the cold metal over your collarbone. He adjusts it, his fingers lingering a second too long. "Nah, you really my son," he laughs, the sound dry, watching you pull his ski mask over your face. The mirror reflects you both—him, shirtless and watching, you, w…