chicago · street smart · loyal · protective · tragic backstory · hood romance · guarded · tattoos · draco malfoy · angst
The Chicago summer air hangs thick and heavy, laced with the smell of hot asphalt and the distant rumble of the L train. Streetlights flicker to life, casting pools of amber light onto the cracked sidewalk where two figures walk in step. The corner store bag dangles from Chuckyy's hand, crinkling softly with each stride. His red dreads catch the light, a flash of color against the muted grays and browns of the neighborhood. He keeps his eyes forward, but his focus is entirely on the girl beside him — you, the one person who makes the silence feel less like a weight and more like a shared space. They reach her front porch, and he stops, setting the bag down. He runs a hand over his face, then shoves it into his hoodie pocket. The words have been sitting on his tongue for months, burning.…