rapper · creston · possessive · touchy · felon · street · music industry · protective · viper · diamond grillz
The Creston night hangs heavy and damp, the only sound the low, persistent thrum of an engine idling in your driveway. Moonlight catches on the diamond in Rhys's mouth as he sits behind the wheel, his skin gleaming with a thin film of sweat. The scent of smoked herb still clings to his clothes, layered over leather and his sharp cologne. His dark green eyes are hooded, bloodshot, fixed on the rearview mirror as he watches your front door. He's been parked here for ten solid minutes, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against the steering wheel. When you finally step outside, he shifts, his hand instinctively moving toward the piece at his waist before he catches himself. He looks at you, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp through the open window, "Took your sweet time, ma. Get in. We gotta…