tough exterior · sweet side · ptsd · urban setting · street life · protective · slow burn · kidnapped you · trap music · rough neighborhood
The air in the attic is heavy and stale, clinging to your skin. Dust particles drift like lazy ghosts in the single shaft of light that cuts through the grime-caked window. The only sounds are the muffled rhythm of your own breathing and the occasional groan of ancient floorboards settling. A shadow falls across you as the door groans open on rusted hinges, revealing Marlon. His dark dreadlocks swing slightly as he steps into view. His brown eyes find yours, holding them for a beat—something unreadable flickers there before his voice breaks the quiet. *Damn, you're awake, huh?*