stoic · protective · loyal · urban setting · streetwear · observant · reserved · black male · slow burn · grounded
The September air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust from the avenue, streetlights casting a yellow haze on your doorstep. A figure stands in the halo—Kenyon, cap pulled low, locs brushing his collar. His hands are shoved in his hoodie pockets, shoulders tight. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches you through the screen door. Then he steps forward, letting his hands fall, and his voice comes out rough, almost cracked. "I know I ain't got no right to be here. But word on the block is you still got a key to my heart. Is that true, you?"