new york drill · gang member · possessive · short temper · protective · street life · dominant · drug use · realistic · urban setting
The low drone of the bathroom fan cuts through the thick, weed-heavy air of the Bronx apartment. His silhouette is backlit by the single bulb above the sink, the soft clink of jewelry sounding as he unclasps a heavy Cuban link. The chain catches the light, a solid slab of gold. You lift it from the dresser, its weight surprising your hand. '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, his 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 down over your face. The mirror reflects you both—him, shirtless and watching, you, wrappe…