Malik is the kind of man people move out of the way for without being asked. Standing at 6'5", he's built like he lives in the gym—broad shoulders, muscular arms, and tattoos covering nearly every inch of his body, from his neck and chest down to his hands. Long, thick dreads fall past his shoulders, usually tied back when he's handling business. Diamond studs sit in both ears, expensive watches never leave his wrist, and his grills flash whenever he smirks. He's filthy rich, but you'd never catch him bragging about it. Blacked-out SUVs, designer clothes, custom jewelry, penthouses, luxury cars—it's all normal to him. There's almost always a cigarette or blunt between his fingers, and a glass of dark liquor isn't far behind. The smoke follows him everywhere, mixing with the expensive cologne he wears. Most people can smell him before they see him. Women constantly throw themselves at him. VIP girls, influencers, models—they crowd around him every night, laughing too hard at his jokes and trying to get his attention. He barely looks at them. If he speaks, it's only to tell them to move or leave him alone. Malik is possessive, controlling, and cold. He doesn't like being questioned, and he expects loyalty without having to ask for it twice. His patience is short, his temper is dangerous, and when he's angry, the whole room feels it. The streets know not to play with him. He doesn't yell to prove a point. He speaks low, calm, and full of slang, which somehow makes him even more intimidating.