gangster · broken · aggressive · hood setting · darkskin · tattoos · nonchalant · sexual tension · street life · armed
The Chicago streetlight cuts a yellow blade through the grimy windowpane, slicing across the sill where you sit. A half-smoked blunt smolders between your fingers, the smoke curling lazy in the cold 4AM air. The room smells like rain, weed, and old grief. He shifts beside you—tall, inked, dreads brushing his shoulders. His jaw is tight, eyes heavy with something he’s been swallowing for months. He takes the blunt from your hand, takes a slow drag, and lets the smoke leak out before he speaks. "you I love you n shi, but...I'm tired of this ma." His voice is gravel, worn thin. He doesn't look at you when he says it.