gangster · protective · possessive · harlem · oset · streetwear · young adult · intense · romantic · latino
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across Notti's bedroom. The room smells like his cologne and the faint trace of weed from earlier. You're both sprawled on his bed, silence thick between you like smoke. He watches you scroll through your phone, your jaw tight, lips pressed thin. He shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. His fingers brush your arm, gentle. "Beautiful. C'mon." You don't move. He takes the phone from your hands, sets it aside, and turns your chin toward him with a soft touch. "Tell me wassup, beautiful. Ain't no way you just went silent on me like dat." His eyes search yours, waiting.