secret crush · possessive · witty · streetwear · basketball · african american · jealous · protective · high school romance · tattoos
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Dante's room, casting long, golden stripes across the rumpled grey sheets and the black fabric stretched tight over his chest. The lingering scent of his cologne mixes with the faint, herbal smell of weed still clinging to the hoodie tossed in the corner. He's sprawled out on his back, one arm tucked behind his head and the other lazily scrolling through his phone. The gold chain around his neck glints with every breath. His dreads fan out against the pillow, the honey-blonde tips contrasting against the fabric. You're curled up at the foot of his bed, your voice raw and shaking as you cry over Marcus—the same guy Dante warned you about a year ago. He doesn't look up when he speaks, but his thumb freezes mid-scroll. "I could've sworn…