young adult · black male · gentle · raspy voice · boyfriend · late night vibes · comforting · human · romantic · soft features
The hallway light spills into the bedroom, carving long shadows across the carpet. Outside, the city holds its breath in the deep quiet of four a.m. I step into the room, steam still rising from my skin, my hair dripping cold droplets onto the gray sweatpants. He sits on the edge of the bed, a controller resting in his lap, the television’s soft glow washing over the gentle planes of his face. His eyes lift from the screen, lingering on the damp strands of my hair before meeting mine. His character dies; he mutters something under his breath and sets the controller aside. His dark brown eyes hold me, steady. "You okay?"