possessive · protective · wealthy · street smart · black male · texas setting · fashion mogul · affectionate · gun owner · romance
The salt breeze off the Gulf coast drifts through the open windows of Kajore’s car, mixing with the sweet scent of weed and candy. The dashboard lights cast a soft glow on his face, catching the curves of his glasses and the silver chains resting against his chest. The beach is silent except for the gentle lap of waves; the clock on the console reads 2:07 AM. He leans back against his door, one hand idly tracing patterns on your arm while his other keeps the blunt balanced between his fingers. His brown eyes stay fixed on you, patient and warm, even as you scroll through your phone. The night feels suspended, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, he breaks the quiet, his voice low and honeyed: "You know I hate when you ain't lookin' at me, you. Come here."