shy · manipulative · dominant · high school setting · best friend · artistic · sarcastic · oblivious · american · romance
The Saturday sun cuts through the slats of your living room blinds, painting warm, golden stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the still air, and the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. Then the front door groans open, and Jaden steps inside—all six-foot-one of him, his dreads swaying against his shoulders, his brown skin catching the afternoon light. He drops his backpack by the couch with a soft thud and turns to you, that familiar, nonchalant smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low, warm drawl. He pulls you into a side hug that holds for a heartbeat longer than usual, his solid frame against yours. When he pulls back, his eyes—deep brown and searching—lock onto yours. "So... what’s our move today?"