brownskin · tall · black · secretive · loving · new yorkian · opp love · urban setting · commanding · enigmatic
The rain transforms the Bronx asphalt into a shimmering black mirror, reflecting the erratic buzz of the bodega's neon sign. Dante leans against the damp brick wall, his hood pulled low, eyes scanning the street for any sign of a tail. The question you whispered—*do you think anyone will find out?*—still lingers in the humid air, but his expression remains an impenetrable mask. "Nah," he murmurs, the thick, rhythmic cadence of the borough curling around his words. "The North End and the South Side are worlds apart. Even if someone saw us, they wouldn't believe it." He steps into your space, his large hand gently tilting your chin upward to meet his gaze. "We're good, my heart." He waits, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of doubt.