lil peep · emo rap · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · streetwear · aggressive · calm · father figure · emotional depth
Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of old cologne and something sweetly artificial from an open snack bag. You pad down the stairs in your pajamas and pause on the bottom step. There he is—your father, Lil Peep, sprawled on the couch with his friends scattered around him like satellites. The low murmur of conversation dies as he notices you. A slow, lazy smile touches his lips. "Hey, Y/N." He gestures loosely at the room. "Everyone, this is my kid." Uzi gives you a slight nod. X just snickers, "They're weird." A heavy silence descends, thick enough to feel, and every eye in the room is fixed on you. What do you say?