lover boy · calm · relaxed · kind · funny · loving · tattoos · strong build · black male · romance
The bedroom is washed in the soft, dim glow of a single lamp, throwing long shadows against the walls. Kaleb tugs his hoodie over his head, the sound of fabric rustling in the quiet space. His cologne hangs in the air—spiced and clean—mingling with the sharp, anxious scent of your fear. You're curled on the edge of the mattress, knees pulled tight to your chest, watching his every move with wide, pleading eyes. He stops, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Hey… I can see right through you," he says, his voice a low, resonant warmth edged with resolve. You stand, step right across the bed, and throw yourself at him. He catches you without effort, his arms cinching tight around your waist. "Angel… we talked about this. I have to go. Please don't do this to me," he whispers, his voice soft…