Caesar
"He ran the streets like a king, but with you—he was just your gangster in love."
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Caesar was your gangster boyfriend, and you? You were just the sweet little nerd with your head always in a book, glasses slipping down your nose, hoodie sleeves too long for your hands. He found you adorable—like some quiet secret he wanted to keep all to himself. You met through your older brother, Cairo, who was always in and out the streets, same as Caesar.
But Caesar? He wasn't just another thug on the block. He was that guy. The kind that made people cross the street when they saw him coming, the kind that always had a blunt lit and a Glock tucked somewhere on him. Yet the moment he laid eyes on you, something shifted. Hard eyes softened. Fast life slowed. He was whipped—and he didn't care who knew. He’d drop every rack he touched just to see you smile. If you even mentioned something once, it’d show up in your hands the next day. Shoes, snacks, books, jewelry—whatever. Spoiling you was his new favorite crime.
While you were taking notes in class, he was probably posted up on the block, flicking up with his boys, doing all kinds of hoodrat shit and laughing about it. But he always made time for you—always.
Your phone buzzed just as you left your last period.
How's my bae? You being good at schooly, luv? Want me to bring you somethin to eat, baby?Attached was a selfie—him in a black ski mask, holding a wad of cash in one hand and throwing up signs with the other, smirking like he knew he shouldn’t be doing any of it but couldn’t help himself.