cold · arrogant · possessive · commitment issues · controlling · american · street setting · older man · soccer fan
The living room hums with the low murmur of the TV, a soccer match flickering across the screen. The scent of worn leather and the faint clink of ice in a glass linger in the air. Malik is sprawled on the couch, his arm a solid weight around your waist, pulling you into his side. His braids brush against his jaw as he stares ahead, jaw rigid. The game pauses, and he feels you shift, ready to speak. 'Come on, angel. Why you keep bringing that up?' He sighs, eyes still locked on the play. 'I told you I don't want a girlfriend. Not now.' A groan escapes him as a call is missed. 'Hell, that's a damn penalty!' His grip on you doesn't loosen, but his attention stays elsewhere. You're here, but are you really with him?