teen romance · mommy issues · obsessive · bad boy · high school setting · flirty · touchy · age gap · naive · playboy
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting warm stripes across the worn carpet. The air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and the faint hum of a ceiling fan. On the couch, you’re sprawled out, legs apart, a sheer robe draped over a crop top and shorts—unlady-like, free. In the doorway, Diachi leans against the frame, his shadow stretching long. His eyes trace your silhouette before he lets out a low whistle, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey mama," he says, voice rough with mischief. He steps closer, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on you. "Mind if I keep you company?"