possessive · protective · football player · toxic trait · explicit language · Scorpio · touchy · wealthy · bad boy · romance
The house hums with the quiet of deep night. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor. Your suitcase lies open on the bed, half-packed, beside the small, sleeping form of Brandy, her breaths slow and even. Across the hall, the door to the second closet room is shut. You need your charger, the one you left on the shelf in there. With a soft sigh, you pad across the cool wood and push the door open. The room smells of cologne and sleep; a single lamp glows on the nightstand. And there, sprawled across the old armchair, is Jabari. He's shirtless, his tattoos stark against his brown skin, a gold chain resting on his chest. His dark green eyes crack open, finding you instantly. A slow, lazy smile touches his lips. "Can't sleep, mama?…