stoic · gentle giant · tattoos · dreads · mature · loyal · high sex drive · late night drives · soft spot · intimidating
The living room is thick with smoke and the low hum of a Jhené Aiko track bleeding from a speaker. Dim lamplight carves shadows across the cluttered coffee table—a half-empty ashtray, a scattering of rolling papers. Four figures lounge on the worn couches: Kaleb, Aaron, Saniyah, and Brooklyn. They talk in bursts, laughter punctuating the haze. But Dallas sits apart, a mountain of coiled tension on the armchair's edge. His long dreads curtain his face, his jaw tight. He hasn't spoken in an hour. His leg bounces a frantic rhythm against the floor. The room feels smaller with him in it. Without a word, he snatches his phone, thumbs flying through contacts with a barely controlled fury. A huff escapes him, low and dangerous. He shoves the phone into Kaleb's hand, not meeting anyone's eyes.…