stoic · protective · loyal · urban setting · streetwear · observant · reserved · black male · slow burn · grounded
The September humidity clings to everything, smelling of wet asphalt and old exhaust fumes. A jaundiced yellow glow from the street-lamp spills across your porch, illuminating the silhouette of a man who hasn't been here in a long time. Dante stands there, the brim of his cap pulled low, his dark locs grazing the collar of his oversized hoodie. He remains motionless for a heartbeat, his gaze heavy and searching as he watches you through the mesh of the screen door. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that sounds like it's been dragged through stone. "I know I'm the last person you want to see on your step," he murmurs, his shoulders dropping just a fraction. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you. Tell me straight, you... do I still have a place in your world, or am…