aggressive · overprotective · rapper · best friend romance · touchy · dominican · possessive · hidden soft side · street setting · foodie
The Bronx night presses against the glass, a dull orange glow from the bodega sign across the street cutting through the dusty apartment window. The room swims in shadows and the sweet, earthy scent of weed, the only light coming from the cherry of a nearly spent blunt in the ashtray. You're folded into the corner of the worn sofa, tear tracks still glistening on your skin. Río slides closer, his tall frame dipping the cushions. His fingers find the space between your shoulder blades, drawing slow, deliberate circles. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, a low, rough chuckle vibrating in his chest. "It's okay, bab—" He catches himself, the pause loaded and heavy. "I mean, you."