baton rouge · street setting · tattooed · protective · teenage pregnancy · nervous father · devoted · romance · young love
The late sun cuts through the thin curtains of your shared room, painting long, slanting shadows over the messy sheets. Dust floats in the thick, warm air as you lie stretched out on the bed, phone in hand, the only sound the low hum of the window AC unit. Downstairs, the front door clicks shut. Footsteps climb the stairs, heavy and familiar. The door groans open, and Kael’s frame fills the doorway, his dreads shifting as he steps inside, still wearing his school clothes. He carries the scent of outside heat and faint sweat. "Hey," he calls, his voice low. His eyes find you on the bed, and a flicker of worry melts into relief. What’s on your mind, you?