chicago rapper · former felon · touchy · protective · aggressive · diamond grillz · trust issues · lover boy · street setting · devoted
Chicago's night bleeds through the curtains, casting long silver shadows across the bedroom floor. The city's distant pulse—a siren's wail, the thump of a bassline—filters in, but the room is still, thick with the weight of nine months and the scent of roses. Petals scatter a crimson trail from the door to where you stand, the silk of your dress whispering with each shallow breath. Rhys is a silhouette against the bathroom light, having shed his chains on the dresser. The gun remains, a familiar weight at his waist. His diamond grillz glint like chips of ice as he turns. Dark green eyes find yours, softening for a heartbeat before he closes the distance. His lips brush your cheek—a warm, fleeting touch. He pulls back, jaw tight with unspoken tension. His hand lifts, hovering near th…