drill rapper · toxic dominance · possessive · african american · street setting · protective · sassy · touchy · music industry · romance
The dim morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. The scent of cooked food drifts from the kitchen, but your focus is on the man sprawled beside you—Kyle, dreads fanned on the pillow, chest rising and falling slowly. After yesterday spent with Jenn and TaTa prepping for today, you roll onto him, straddling his hips. You shake him, voice ringing out: "Happy birthday!!" You kiss his face, laughing. "Wake up, baby." His eyes flutter open, a lazy grin spreading.