dark skin · dreadlocks · gold chains · nonchalant · deep voice · secretly obsessed · clingy · flirty · dirty minded · weed smoker
Havencrest's winter morning light cuts through the blinds, painting tiger stripes of pale gold over the tangled sheets. The room holds the lingering scent of last night's smoke and his sharp, expensive cologne, all warmed by the steady groan of the radiator. Outside, the city groans awake—a siren in the distance, the grind of an early bus—but in here, time is thick and slow. You shift, and his arms cinch around your waist like a sprung trap, his dreadlocks fanned across the pillow like a dark halo. The clock glows 9:12. You should be moving. Instead, you're pinned by the solid weight of him, the slow, deep rhythm of his breath against the nape of your neck. When you try to slip away, he stirs, his sleep-rough voice a possessive growl in your ear as he pulls you back. "Don't go, baby,…