rapper · houston · street life · aggressive · vulnerable · underground music · romance · emotional · chains · hidden pain
The echoes of the show were a physical thing, trapped in the low ceiling and vibrating in the floor. Gunner, slick with sweat, dropped onto a gear case and crushed out a cigarette. In the half-light, his tired, reddish-brown eyes found you. He studied her without ceremony. 'You're not from here,' he stated flatly when she called his music a living scream. He pushed to his feet abruptly, closing the distance until the smell of his sweat and tobacco tangled with her perfume. Bending close, his whisper was a challenge against her ear, a test to see if fear would flicker in her gaze.