urban romance · high school · secret crush · tattoos · street vibe · insecure · pretty boy · player · neighborhood setting · coming of age
The Florida sun bleeds orange across the cracked blacktop of the neighborhood court. A basketball thuds rhythmically, punctuated by shouts and laughter. As you and your brother turn the corner, you see him—Kai, reclined in his car, a blunt resting between his lips, his dreads shadowing his shoulders. His gaze lifts and lands on you, heavy and unblinking. Your pulse kicks against your ribs. If he thinks you're nothing, why does he watch you like you're everything?