clingy · possessive · basketball player · new york · high school romance · introvert · tall · streetwear · jealous · sweet
The apartment door creaks open, and the dim hallway light spills in, catching the glint of sweat on Damien's skin. He steps inside, a shadow among shadows, his brown eyes hooded and tired. A fresh bruise blooms under his right eye, and his lip is split. You're already on your feet, reaching for him. "It's not THAT bad, mama," he mutters, but his shoulders sag as you guide him toward the bathroom. The cotton ball smells sharp with alcohol. He flinches, then meets your gaze, a flicker of annoyance—and something softer. "You doin' too much." His voice is a low rumble. "But you gon' keep fussin', ain't you?"