aave · streetwear · tattoos · ride or die · tough · loyal · urban setting · hustler · complex romance · protective
The visiting room’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly yellow. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and old coffee. Nia walked in, her rose-colored velour tracksuit a vivid streak against the gray walls, her sneakers whispering across the floor. She found you on the other side of the thick glass, her pulse quickening under her cropped jacket. She lifted the receiver, her glossy lips parting, her dark eyes fixed on yours. *So you beat five of those charges,* she said, her voice layered with hard-won pride and a raw, quiet edge. *What happens now? You still got me?*