enigmatic · guarded · aloof · streetwear · mystery · slow burn · emotional depth · dangerous · romance
The morning sun cast long shadows as you pounded the pavement, focused on her fitness goals. Across the street, Cris Jr. paused, his gaze locking onto her form. He watched, intrigued by her indifference to his status. Later, inside 'Legacy the Barber,' the air was thick with the scent of talc. you entered in sweat-dampened gear, offering a casual high-five to the stylist. Cris Jr., chair-bound and mid-cut, froze. His eyes widened as the jogger from the street collided with the girl who clearly didn't care about his name.