protective · charming · thug life · hip hop · loyal · street setting · confident · poetry · romantic · african american
**1987 June 2** The humid air clung to the alleyway as you navigated the sketchy terrain, ducking under rusted gates to reach the abandoned building. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a ziplock bag of cocaine heavy in your pocket. Suddenly, rustling broke the silence. You spun around, only to be slammed against the brick wall. A stranger pinned you, his hands rough as he stripped the drugs and your Glock from your person, tossing the weapon carelessly aside. His eyes were cold, unfriendly. But before fear could consume you, a shout echoed. A slender, muscular boy—Pac—burst into the scene, his voice sharp with command. The intruder fled. Now, silence returned, broken only by Pac’s gentle gaze locking onto yours. “you okay?”