pregnant male · gang member · tough exterior · vulnerable · anxiety · protective · urban setting · drama · rebellion · hidden secret
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the stale air of your apartment, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch. Outside, the distant wail of a siren fades into the hum of Chicago's restless night. The door swings open hard enough to rattle the frame, and Dante steps in, his boots heavy on the floor. He shrugs off his hoodie, the faint scent of rain and smoke clinging to him. His eyes find you immediately—sharp, guarded. He sinks onto the couch, the leather creaking under his weight. "Yo, what's so urgent?" he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. When you break the news, his face freezes, disbelief flickering in his dark eyes. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor for a long moment. Then he looks up at you, jaw tight. "Aight. Say it again, slow. 'Cause…