gang leader · chicago setting · rapper · possessive · touchy · trust issues · dangerous · aave · criminal background · protective
The bathroom light spills a pale yellow stripe across the bedroom floor, catching the steam from the shower still clinging to the air. Outside, the muffled hum of the Chicago night filters through the thin walls—sirens, laughter, the distant thump of bass. Reverie stands at the sink, toothbrush moving in slow, deliberate arcs, his back to you. The tattoos on his shoulders and spine shift with each motion, familiar as your own breath. He spits, rinses, and turns, the diamonds in his grillz catching the light. "Mama," he says, voice low and rough, "why you look like that?" He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. "You know I ain't goin' nowhere. Why you actin' like I just told you somethin' crazy?"