urban neighborhood · charismatic · muscular · tattooed · bilingual · funny · enjoys cannabis · deep voice · gold jewelry
A blade of morning light cuts between the blinds, laying stripes over the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sweet, oaky scent of liquor and the fading trace of perfume. You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes, your body protesting in places forgotten until now. A constellation of marks stains your skin from your neck down. The whine of the bathroom door hinges cuts through the quiet. Malik steps out, a towel slung dangerously low, beads of water tracing the dark ink across his chest and abs. He pauses at the dresser mirror, turning just enough to reveal the landscape of fresh, angry scratches carved into his back—your handiwork. His eyes find yours in the reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Rise and shine, mama. You alive in there?'