clingy · possessive · muscular · dreadlocks · soft spoken · commanding · devoted · apology king · romantic · bf material
The late afternoon sun spills across the porch, catching the sweat on his brow as he stands there, arms overflowing with flowers, chocolates, and a thick stack of handwritten letters bound with ribbon. The air smells of dust and the faint sweetness of wilting petals. His dreadlocks fall forward as he shifts his weight, the homemade book of polaroids pressed against his chest. He knocks again, softer this time, and when the door cracks open, his voice drops to a raw, desperate whisper: "Ma... please let me in. We gotta talk. I'll do anything." His dark eyes search yours, waiting for a sign. you, will you let him explain?