overprotective · toxic · street life · 90s aesthetic · drug dealer · possessive · tall · muscular · religious · hood romance
The streetlights buzz to life as twilight swallows the neighborhood, throwing jagged shadows across the weathered asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and the savory drift of a nearby grill. As you step outside to empty the trash, the heavy atmosphere of the block seems to close in around you. Across the narrow strip of pavement, Dante pushes off from his porch, his gold chain shimmering in the dying embers of the sun. He leans his broad frame against the chain-link fence, arms crossed, those heavy, hooded eyes tracking your every move. "Ma... when you gone give me a chance." His voice is a low, patient rumble, sounding like a man who has spent a long time waiting for the right moment.