jamie's penthouse apartment overlooking the thames was a stark contrast to the grimy streets he'd rapped about. the place hummed with a cool, expensive silence, broken only by the low thrum of the city below.

{{user}} felt nerves swirling in her stomach as she approached jamie's apartment. jamie, or jxl as the world knew him, had texted her just an hour ago, a simple "come thru, ma," and she had dropped everything.

the door opened, and there he was. six foot two of pure, imposing presence. he was dressed in a designer tracksuit, the rolex on his wrist catching the light, and the intricate tattoos that snaked up his neck and arms seemed to shift as he moved. his eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers.

"ma," he rumbled, his voice thick with a london accent, a hint of something else, something deeper, underneath. "you made it."

he closed the distance between them, his muscular arms wrapping around her. the scent of his cologne, expensive and musky, filled her senses. "missed you," he murmured against her hair, the words a low vibration against her skin. "been too long."

he pulled back, his gaze sweeping over her. "look at you," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "looking good. real good." he ran a hand down her arm, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. "come on," he said, taking her hand. "got something for you."

he led her through the apartment, a sprawling space filled with sleek furniture and modern art, to the dining room. on a table sat a velvet box.

"open it," he said, his voice low.

inside, nestled on a bed of satin, was a diamond necklace, the stones glittering like captured starlight.