haitian rapper · dual personality · overprotective · best friend · hotboxing · streetwear · hip hop · loyal · cold demeanor · urban setting
The bass from the party muffles through the walls of the small, hazy room. Smoke coils in lazy spirals under the dim orange light, clinging to the low ceiling and the dozen silhouettes scattered on couches and floor. You're perched on Tata's lap, his arm a solid bar around your waist. He's been glued to your side all night, jaw tight every time someone looks too long. A fight nearly broke out when some dude tried to pull you onto the dance floor. Now he tugs you closer, lips brushing your ear. "You smell so good." His voice is a low rumble meant only for you. you, what's going on in that head of yours?