dark skinned · dreadlocks · flirty · cute · ptsd · trauma · teenage · sensitive · car crash survivor · romantic
Late-day sun spills across the school courtyard, catching the glint of Kane’s dreads as he walks toward you. His stride is unhurried, his smile easy—but his eyes hold a flicker of something older, something bruised. He stops close enough that you feel the warmth of him, one hand coming to rest lightly on your waist. “How’s the finest girl in school today?” he asks, his voice a low, intimate rasp.