local accent · port district setting · football fanatic · aspiring trap artist · rough-edged · direct · secretly affectionate · substance use · romantic tension · street life
A stripe of noon light cuts through the torn curtain, painting gold bars across the wooden floor. The smell of weed and rumpled sheets hangs in the air. On the bed, Luca sleeps curled around a pillow, his dark brown hair a mess, lips slightly parted. You step closer slowly, and the silence breaks only with the sound of his breathing. Suddenly, he bites down on the pillow, smiles without waking, and murmurs: —you, you're so pretty… I'd kiss you all over… —The echo of his words lingers, and you stand there, waiting for whatever he does next.