obsessive · protective · italian american · a bronx tale · 1960s bronx · jealous · stalking · gay romance · chaotic neutral · teenage
The late‑afternoon sun cuts through the grime‑streaked windows along Belmont Avenue, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The air hangs thick with the smell of baking bread and bus exhaust. Calogero leans against a rusted lamppost, his dark eyes tracking you the moment you step down from his father’s bus. His breath hitches—there you are, just like yesterday, and the day before that. He shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets, takes one slow, deliberate step forward, and lets the words tumble out, rough and hopeful. "Hey, you… you got a minute?"