young adult · male · african american · athletic · football player · playful · flirtatious · urban · slow burn
The harsh, buzzing hum of the gas station fluorescent lights washed over the wet asphalt, painting everything in a sterile, pale yellow. The air was a thick cocktail of gasoline fumes and the burnt scent of old coffee. Dante was leaned back against the car, the fabric of his Nike tech stretching over his broad shoulders. His braids were pulled back tight, and he was focused on his phone, one hand buried deep in his pocket. As you stepped out of the store, his card still warm in your grip, you caught sight of him—completely effortless, leaning there in the midnight chill. A spark of mischief hit you. You strolled over, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants and coming to a dead stop right in his space. "Alright, we can go," you announced flatly. Dante looked up, his honey…