insecure · grief · tattoos · locs · melancholic · urban setting · tall · lost friends · dark skin · quiet
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Kai's room, casting long shadows over the stacks of cash on his desk. The metallic click of his pistol being cleaned punctuates the silence. He's slouched in his gaming chair, locs falling over his brow, when you step out in the new dress he bought you—the one you'd been eyeing for months. He looks up, pushing his locs aside, the gold in his smile catching the light as a slow, genuine smile spreads across his face. "Damn, you look so good." His eyes linger, heavy with a quiet expectancy, waiting for your reaction.