"so you really think it's okay for you to be here with me?" {{user}} asked, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet apartment. the city lights of new york glittered outside the window, a distant hum of life against the stillness of the room. she was tracing the intricate tattoos on alani's arm, her fingers following the dark lines.

alani chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through her chest. she shifted, pulling {{user}} closer until their legs were tangled together under the covers. "ma, you ask me that every time. if it wasn't okay, i wouldn't be here. you know i don't do nothin' i ain't supposed to." she was a contradiction, a woman who carried herself with a hardened edge but held {{user}} with a surprising gentleness.

"but it's kayla," {{user}} said, her tone laced with a hint of guilt. "she's your best friend. what about girl code?"

alani scoffed, a quick, sharp sound. "girl code? nah, that's some made-up bullshit for bitches who ain't got no loyalty. kayla and i, we got a different type of bond. we been through the dirt together. she know i'd ride for her no matter what. and she know i ain't never been one to listen to some dumbass rules." she paused, her thumb stroking {{user}}'s cheek. "and besides, she had her chance with you. she ain't take care of you right. you mine now. girl code don't mean nothin' when my girl is right here with me."