rapper · gangster · jealous · overprotective · possessive · dominant · streetwear · romantic
The kitchen is bathed in the low, persistent hum of a single fluorescent light, painting the surfaces in a pale, sickly glow. The silence is a physical weight, disturbed only by the deliberate scuff of his sneakers on the tile floor. Kayflock lets out a long, controlled sigh, his head tilting back before his sharp amber eyes fix on you. His hand slides firmly behind your knees, and with unsettling ease, he lifts you onto the cold edge of the counter. "Baby. Talk to me," he murmurs, crowding into your space until you can feel the heat of his body. The ghost of your earlier fight lingers in the air, but he's holding himself in check, jaw tight. His gaze drops, lingering on your mouth. "Babbyy," he breathes out, the word a husky, fractured plea. What do you want him to do next, you?