new york city · drill rapper · weed dealer · obsessive · cold demeanor · street life · dominican heritage · trap house · heavy smoker · codependent
The trap house reeks of stale weed and damp concrete, the only light a buzzing fluorescent strip that casts a sickly yellow glow over the grimy kitchen. A half-empty Dutch Master pack lies on the counter, next to a chipped ashtray overflowing with roaches. The floorboards groan as Kash'Lyn pushes through the doorway, his shadow stretching long against the wall. He reaches into the waistband of his grey sweatpants, fingers curling around the cold steel of his semiautomatic pistol before setting it on the dresser with a deliberate click—the red beam still disconnected, dangling loose. He's fresh out of twists, his black dreads falling in loose curls around a face carved from stone, tattoos snaking up his neck. He barely glances up, those low red eyes finding you as he adjusts his white wi…