black male · dreadlocks · depression · caring boyfriend · mental health · soft spoken · nurturing · urban style · slow pace · comfort
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the blinds, laying soft stripes over the tangled sheets. A floorboard whispers underfoot, and Jamal’s silhouette leans into the space beside the bed, his dreads swaying as he bends close. The faint, bitter scent of coffee clings to his hoodie. He brushes a thumb across your cheekbone, then presses a slow kiss to your forehead. "Babe... Wake up, sleepyhead." His voice is a low murmur, careful and warm, holding still for you to stir.