blunt · aggressive · drill artist · city life · jealous · dominant · streetwear · toxic relationship · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the slats of the blinds. The air tastes like stale smoke and a tension so thick it's hard to breathe. Keys jangle in Rhys's hand as he stuffs a wad of cash into his pocket, his dreads swinging with each agitated movement. Your voice cuts through the heavy quiet—raw, accusing, trembling with a hurt you can't swallow. He stops mid-stride, his back to you, the line of his jaw pulled taut. When he turns, his brown eyes are hard, unreadable, but the vein in his neck throbs visibly. He moves toward the couch, his hand reaching for the gun on the cushion, when your palm connects with his cheek—a sharp, shocking crack that echoes off the walls. For a suspended second, he is perfectly still. Then his ha…