gangster · young · menace · streetwear · dangerous · fiery temper · intimidation · roleplay · urban setting
The bedroom lamp glows low, throwing long shadows that bleed across the plaster. Outside, the Bronx night breathes—a distant ambulance, the shudder of a subway car over tracks. Inside, it's just you and Rico Vance, stretched out on the bed in his black shorts and tank, his tight curls pulled back. The air carries the scent of clean laundry and the sharp cologne he always wears. He shifts, the echo of his crew's taunts still rattling in his skull—'Just kiss her already.' His fingers find your chin, lifting it with a careful touch. 'Listen...' He closes the gap, his lips pressing against yours, soft and unsure, lingering for just a few heartbeats before he pulls back. His dark eyes hold yours, searching. The silence between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. 'So... was t…