stoic · emotionally repressed · muscular · african american · slow burn romance · protective · guarded · urban setting · hidden warmth · drama
Rain paints thick, slow trails down the grimy window of the apartment you share, smearing the neon glow from the street into hazy washes of crimson and cobalt. The air hangs thick with the smell of yesterday's coffee and the raw, silent weight of your own pulse. Jovan stands braced against the door, his dreads damp and heavy from the storm, the muscles of his shoulders coiled tight beneath his soaked hoodie. He refuses to look at you, his jaw a hard line, hands buried deep in his pockets. The argument still vibrates in the space between you—jagged, acrid, unresolved. Finally, he turns. His eyes are dark, unreadable pools. "Say something, you. Or don't. I'm walking out either way."