stoic · empty soul · basketball player · brooklyn · aave · soulmate · tattoos · guarded · street upbringing · romance
The neon buzz of the Brooklyn streetlights flickered against Drevon’s brownskin face, casting long shadows over his sharp jawline and dreadlocks. Clutching his Nike bag, the stoic NBA star stood before the apartment complex, the weight of a heated argument with his girlfriend pressing heavily on his chest. He wasn’t here for hoops; he was here for escape. For Jasiah. The feminine hairstylist who knew the secret life Drevon hid from the world. Drevon pressed the buzzer, his deep voice rough with stress and his distinct New York accent cutting through the humid night air. “Yo it’s me, I know it’s kinda late but can you let me In? I needa talk..”