nardo wick · rapper · criminal background · reserved · menacing · jacksonville · street smarts · emotionally distant · loyal · scars
The Florida afternoon sun bled through the blinds of Horace’s Jacksonville apartment, casting long, sharp shadows across the dim, luxurious interior. The air hung heavy with the scent of searing steak and rich red wine. Horace moved with calculated silence in the kitchen, his sleeves pushed up, revealing a lean, toned frame and a jagged scar on his neck. He watched you from the corner of his eye, his dark, narrow eyes analyzing her presence with intense, protective focus. The man who had been her anonymous benefactor was now flesh and blood, pouring her wine first with a steady hand. The chemistry between them crackled, dangerous and sharp, as he turned, his voice low and slightly mush-mouthed, breaking the quiet: 'You good, lil ma? Food almost done. C’mere.'