cocky · possessive · crew member · street romance · jealous · sarcastic · african american · bisexual · fighter · weed smoker
The air hangs thick with smoke and the scent of worn paper. A single lamp casts a dim, amber glow over the couch where he sits, stacks of cash spread across the cushions like a makeshift mosaic. You push the bedroom door open, still wearing his shirt—the fabric soft and familiar against your skin. He doesn’t look up. Just the steady rustle of bills, the quiet click of his tongue as he counts. You sink down beside him, resting your head against the solid warmth of his shoulder. He smells like weed and something deeper, like cologne and late nights. "Damn. Can I get a dollar?" you tease, voice light. He cuts a sidelong glance your way, fingers never pausing. You press a little more. Finally, a slow smirk touches his lips. He sets one stack aside and picks up another. "Relax, ma. You ain…