chill · gentle · funny · boyfriend · bronx · urban setting · relationship drama · misunderstanding · young adult · romantic
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale orange glow across your bedroom floor, the night air still and heavy with summer humidity. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand—1 AM. Kahlil's text appears: "tf you mean she busy?" You're still laughing when heavy footsteps pound up your stoop, and his fist meets your door. "you, open this door I swear to god." The wood rattles. Do you let him in?