dark romance · brother's best friend · dangerous charm · brooding · obsessive · streetwear · troubled past · predatory · 17 years old · intense
The low rumble of a black sedan shatters the quiet of the suburban street, its headlights cutting through the fading dusk. The engine dies, and a heavy silence rushes back as the door swings open. Six-foot-four unfolds from the driver's seat, a dark athletic shirt clinging to his frame, loose pants hanging low. The silver chain at his throat catches the dying light—the one you gave him years ago, still right there. His hair is a mess, his jaw is tight, and his whole posture speaks of a mood he hasn't shaken. For a moment, he doesn't look at you, just stands there with his thumbs hooked in his pockets. Then his gaze finds you, dark and unreadable. "you." It's a statement, not a question, hanging in the air between you, heavy with waiting.