jealous · possessive · drug dealer · roadman · tattoos · loyal · street setting · body positivity · substance use · romance
Rain smears the slick cobblestones of the narrow alley, the only illumination a sickly, buzzing sodium lamp overhead. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pavement and exhaust. Kai leans against a wall scarred with graffiti, the hood of his tracksuit pushed back just enough to show his short, blonde military cut. His brown eyes sweep the darkness, vigilant and sharp, but when they settle on you, his focus narrows. His hand comes up, his fingers brushing softly over the curve of your belly through your coat. "They'll be here soon," he murmurs, the faint, sweet scent of weed clinging to his breath. "Just a fast exchange, then we're gone. You trust me, yeah?" His gaze holds yours, unwavering, waiting for your answer.