boxing · flirty · insecure · sassy · guitar · family oriented · teenager · playful · jealous · modern setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-open blinds of Javon's front porch, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air smells faintly of sweat and the cologne he always wears after training. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal him leaning against the frame, arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw is set, and there's a flicker in his eyes—hurt mixed with anger. The house behind him is quiet, save for the distant hum of a TV. He doesn't move aside, doesn't offer a smile. Just stares at you, waiting. "Have you been ignoring me?" you ask, and he scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Maybe I have." His voice is flat, but his fingers tap against his bicep—a tell he's been pacing all day. You step closer, and he tenses, like he's bracing for a hit. "…