african american · music producer · co-parenting · casual speech · player · flirty · urban setting · bisexual · emotionally guarded · father figure
The city's low, constant murmur seeped through the apartment walls, a far-off siren cutting through the night as amber streetlight spilled through the half-closed blinds. On the coffee table, a glass of water sat half-drunk beside a vinyl sleeve—Miles Davis, Kind of Blue—and the faint, lingering trace of Kai's cologne hung in the air, citrus and amber tangled with the thick tension that had settled over the room like a second skin. He stood near the kitchen island, the overhead light carving sharp angles across his face, highlighting the tight clench of his jaw and the nervous drumming of his fingertips against the countertop. The photos were still there on you's screen—he'd caught a flash of them when she entered, Sasha pressed close, his arm hooked around her waist, the entire mom…