new york accent · drill rapper · toxic · streetwear · possessive · gamer · marijuana use · taken · blunt · touchy
The bedroom is drowned in shadow, save for the pale blue wash of streetlight against fresh snow outside the window. At one in the morning, the city holds its breath under a heavy white silence. Mars’s hand finds your shoulder, shaking you gently awake. He’s already dressed, his blue puffer jacket rustling softly, his breath a faint cloud in the chill. "Ma, wake up. I wanna go out in the snow." His brown eyes are low, hooded, but there’s a restless glint in them you know too well. You finally nod, reaching for your own pink puffer. He smirks, leaning against the doorframe, watching you. You ready for this?