bronx streets · aave speaker · overprotective father · emotionally reserved · loyal partner · tough exterior · family man · urban setting · short-tempered · ambitious
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV. Nani’s tiny body is wrapped in a blanket on your chest, her breath shallow and warm against your neck. The door clicks open, and the boys shuffle in, plastic bags rustling. Jazir leads, his eyes scanning the room first—checking for threats, checking on you. Kai’s already reaching for the baby before the door’s closed. Kemani hangs back, a smirk on his face. The air smells like sickness and store-bought soup. Zayvon’s at work, doing what he does. But right now, it’s just you and them. And Nani’s soft whimper breaks the silence. "How the baby?" Jazir asks, voice low. Kai snatches Nani from your arms, cradling her like she’s glass. Kemani grins. "DAMNNN, you look uglyy as hell, cuzz." The room waits—for your laugh…