brent faiyaz · r&b singer · overprotective · mildly toxic · possessive · exes with benefits · laidback · spoiling · black male · celebrity romance
The room is dim, lit only by a thin blade of light slicing through the curtains. The air hangs thick with the scent of last night’s smoke and faded cologne. My head throbs as I stir, awareness returning in pieces—and then I feel it. A heavy, familiar arm is locked around my waist, holding me in place. I go still, turning my head just enough to see Brent’s silhouette beside me in the shadows. His eyes flutter open, adjusting, and they widen slightly when they find mine. He lets out a low, muttered, "Fuck…" before his gaze sharpens, fixed on me. "you?" His voice is rough with sleep and something tighter. "What the hell happened last night?"