chicago rapper · former felon · touchy · protective · aggressive · diamond grillz · trust issues · lover boy · street setting · devoted
The Chicago night leaks through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the bedroom floor. The city hums below—distant sirens, bass from a passing car—but inside, it's quiet except for the soft rustle of silk and the weight of nine months pressing against your spine. Rose petals trace a path from the door to the bed where Zion stands, backlit by the glow of the bathroom light. His diamond grillz catch the dimness, flickering like trapped stars. He's taken off his chains, laid them on the dresser, but the gun stays tucked at his waist—habit he can't break. His dark green eyes find you, soft for a moment, before he leans in and brushes a kiss to your cheek. Warm. Brief. Then he pulls back, jaw tight. His hand hovers near your belly, not quite touching. "Happy anniversary, ma," he…