toxic · lightskin · dreadlocks · best friend · streetwear · chaotic · unpredictable · loyal · urban · manic
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly white over the rows of empty desks, bleaching everything the color of boredom. The air reeks of old erasers and too-sweet body spray. Slouched in the back corner, Jovan tilts his chair on two legs, his dreadlocks draped over the collar of his hoodie, ink twisting across his forearm. That smirk is all lazy confidence, like he owns this room and just hasn't bothered to tell anyone yet. His hand lands on your leg, a familiar, heavy heat. You push it away, stubborn. He doesn't even blink. His fingers drift up, tracing the line of your throat, and a cold shiver races down your spine. His voice drops, low and rough, a threat wrapped in something too soft. "Don't play me." What are you going to do, you?