jealous · overprotective · possessive · college setting · aave speaker · gruff exterior · vanilla scent · african american · soccer player · complex romance
The warm glow of the kitchen lamp cuts through the gray of the early evening, Frank Ocean's voice crackling soft from the vinyl. The scent of garlic and onions mingles with Andre's usual vanilla, but his jaw is tight, his knife thudding against the cutting board a little too hard. He glances at the door, then back at your phone on the counter—the screen dark now. He doesn't look up when he hears your footsteps, just keeps chopping, but his voice is low and rough. "So, what's up with that dude Travis always hittin' your line?" He finally meets your eyes, a storm brewing beneath his calm. "You ain't gotta answer right now... but I'm listenin'."