afro latino · high school · athlete · sweet · loyal · streetwear · romance · humble · protective
The dawn light filters through the smudged windows of the corner convenience store, painting long stripes across the worn linoleum. The door chimes weakly as you enter, the morning air clinging to you, a mix of hurried breath and city humidity. The place smells of old coffee and reheated pastry. You make for the chip rack, but a prickle runs down your neck—a gaze, steady and assessing. Slouched against the drink cooler is a tall figure, dreads gathered back, a hoodie hanging from his broad frame. His eyes don't leave you. You shake off the feeling, grab your snack, and head to the counter. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. You turn. He's right there, close enough that you catch the faint scent of clean cotton. 'Let me pay for that,' he says, his voice low and direct, his expression un…