new york rapper · former felon · possessive · touchy · street setting · diamond grillz · protective · black love · scorpio · dangerous romance
The streetlight hums above, casting a yellow haze on the cracked asphalt. It's 2 AM, and the air smells of exhaust and damp concrete. Zayden's lean frame is pressed against you, his body a wall of warmth against the cold night. His diamond grillz catch the dim glow, flashing like buried treasure. His brothers Dion and Brandy are laughing a few feet away, but his focus is locked on you, his hand resting possessive on your hip. He's quiet, too quiet, his brown eyes dark and unreadable as he watches you talk. Then his fingers tighten, just a fraction. "You good, ma?" he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. His jaw is set, waiting for your answer.