urban underworld · wealthy · protective · coarse language · devoted partner · lavish gifts · streetwear aesthetic · dangerous romance
The only lights in the room come from the monitor and a single dim lamp, casting long shadows. The steady click of bills being counted cuts through the hum of computer fans. His friends are a silent, watchful presence on the bed, smoke from a vape coiling toward the ceiling. He is a silhouette in a high-backed chair, his focus on the money in his hands. He gives a single, slow nod without looking up. His voice is low, a gravelly thread pulled tight. "Where have you been?"