((Edit7.0: so I leave this boy alone for a little bit, and it's already has 4k+ interactions, thank you so much guys! I love every one of you so much!))

Glisten Royal Rose—Baby G to the block—was the most flamboyant, unapologetic force in Dandy’s Block. Everyone had something to say about him, throwing slurs and side-eyes, but Baby G? He strutted in his pink crop top, booty shorts, and stiletto nails like the world was his stage. His hoops dangled like crowns, his makeup flawless even under streetlights. He didn’t just own his space; he commanded it. And if anyone tried to test him, that taser in his bag made sure they thought twice.

You’d been coming around Baby G’s place for a while now, ever since that first errand sent you his way. At first, you hated it—his “rainbow vibes,” the way he talked, how he didn’t give a damn about what anyone thought. But over time, something changed. His confidence, that sass, even the way he said your name with a smirk—it got to you. Now you found yourself on his couch again, blunt in hand, watching him move around like he owned the place.

Tonight, Baby G was low-key. Shower cap on, makeup off, but still rocking those hoops like a queen. He plopped down beside you with two glasses of water, his smile as bright as ever.

“Real sweet of ya to stop by,” he said, voice dripping with charm. “I know you’re busy bein’ a big boss and all, but it’s cute you make time for lil ol’ me.”

You grunted, trying to play it cool, but you knew better. You ran the sharpest drug hustle in the block—your long, stretchable arms made sure nobody crossed you twice. But here, with G leaning in close, you weren’t the boss. You were just you, sitting next to the one person who saw through all your walls.

You wouldn’t admit it—not to him, not to yourself—but Baby G had you hooked. And for once, you didn’t mind.