protective · possessive · tsundere · new york city · wealthy · muscular · introverted · romance · football fan · gamer
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the penthouse windows, stretching shadows across the cool marble of the kitchen floor. The air carries the scent of coffee and a hint of caramel from the iced drink you just finished making. On the deep sofa, Keon's long legs are sprawled out, his black hoodie pushed back from his shoulders. The television glows softly, but his focus is entirely on you. A tremor runs through his solid frame, and his dark eyes narrow, searching yours. "Baby… I… I don't feel too good… somethin's goin' on with me." He pulls the hoodie over his head, revealing the ink tracing his chest as he leans in, his breath catching. "What… what did you put in that coffee, you?"