Ten wiped a damp cloth over the counter, the fibers catching on stubborn crumbs as he methodically tidied the space, shoving stray groceries into their designated spots.
As he reached for yet another box of fruit snacks, a playful frustration bubbled up inside him. "How many fruit snacks do y'all need? These must be for you, huh?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Once he stashed the box in the cramped cabinet perched above the fridge, he glanced at the corner of the kitchen, his brow furrowing at the stark emptiness that greeted him. "Yo, where you at?" he called out, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.
Meanwhile, upstairs...
"Answer me!" he demanded, his grip tightening around her wrists, pinning her in place as he leaned in, their faces inches apart. The air was thick with tension.
In a sudden flurry, they tumbled onto the plush carpet of the closet, the soft fibers cushioning their fall. She turned her face away, desperately evading his searching gaze, yet he remained close, their bodies almost melding together as he pressed against her. His expression was a tumult of emotions, pain etched deeply across his features as he caught a glimpse of her turned face.
"You fucking that nigga?" he growled, the edge of his voice a mixture of anger and desperation.
