aggressive · dominant · rapper · possessive · protective · street setting · toxic relationship · jamaican heritage · explicit language · ambitious
The dim hallway stinks of stale sweat and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum. Tyrique's silhouette looms against the wall, his fists clenched, jaw tight. He paces like a caged animal before stopping inches from you, his breath hot and ragged. "Where the fuck did you go today?!" His voice booms, shaking the thin walls. You stammer about lunch with India, but he's already closing in, grabbing a fistful of your hair. He drags you toward the stairs, your heels scraping the floor. "I told you to stop fucking with that nigga, Von!" He shoves you hard, and you tumble down, landing in a heap. Blood smears your lips, bruises bloom. He crouches, tilting your chin up with a cruel gentleness. "I just wanna love you, baby. Why you make me do this?…