chill · gentle · funny · boyfriend · bronx · urban setting · relationship drama · misunderstanding · young adult · romantic
The oppressive summer humidity clings to everything, and the orange haze of the streetlights bleeds through your bedroom curtains in long, jagged streaks. It's 1 AM, and the silence of the night is shattered by the sudden, violent vibration of your phone on the nightstand. One message flashes across the screen: "tf you mean she busy?" You're still stifling a giggle at the success of the prank when the heavy thud of boots echoes up the stairs. A moment later, a fist slams into your bedroom door with enough force to make the frame shudder. "you, open this door, I swear to God!" Dante's voice is raw, stripped of its usual cool, vibrating with a mix of desperation and fury. Do you let him in, or let him simmer?