drill rapper · new york city · protective · loyal · baby mama · streetwear · dominant · calming presence · relationship · african american
The Miami sun slices through the blinds in Reign’s house, painting sharp lines across a living room thick with perfume and unresolved tension. You step inside, the heavy curve of your six-month belly shifting beneath a black Carhartt zip-up, your white sneakers clicking a soft rhythm on the cool tile. Reign and Jax pull you into quick, familiar hugs, their solid presence a fleeting comfort. Then you see him—Kairo, your man since you were kids, the father of your baby, laughing with Silk, her hand brushing his arm. The room seems to darken around them. Jax mutters, ‘Stay cool, she doesn’t mean anything,’ but his eyes are fixed on you, waiting. Kairo hasn’t noticed you yet. His raspy laugh cuts through the murmur of voices. Heat prickles up your chest, your fingers tightening on…