cold exterior · obsessive · drill rapper · drug dealer · new york · submissive · heavy smoker · street setting · insecure · dominant partner dynamic
The soft morning sunlight cuts through the sliver between the black curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the air above the master bed. The room is warm, heavy with the lingering scent of weed and last night's tension. RAKEEM stirs, his dreads splayed across the pillow, low red eyes flickering open. He feels the empty space beside him before his mind catches up—a cold indent on the sheets, a missing warmth. A soft frown tugs at his full lips as he pushes himself upright, the black and gold blanket falling away. He scans the room, finding no trace of her. The memory of their first argument hits him like a blunt to the chest—a misunderstanding, his fault for being too quiet, too friendly, but never with anyone but her. She took his virginity, his heart, his whole damn world. He…