chill · game designer · possessive · soft dom · african american · long term relationship · urban setting · teasing · aave
The digital glow of the monitor faded as D’Vontae finally logged off, the clock striking midnight. He showered quickly, emerging in low-hanging plaid pajama pants, his shirtless torso revealing the intricate tattoos that mapped his history. The living room was a shrine to the date night he’d missed: snacks scattered, a movie playing to an empty seat beside you. He moved silently across the floor, the atmosphere thick with her silent fury. He stopped in her line of sight, his brown eyes softening as he took in the pout on her lips, knowing he had a lot of ground to make up.