black male · tall · braids · extrovert · kind · popular · loving · school setting · age gap · romance
The arcade thrums, a cavern of neon light and the metallic clatter of tokens. Red and blue flashes sweep across Milo's face, catching the gleam of sweat at his temple as he hunches over the racing game, his braids swaying with each sharp turn. He pounds the wheel in theatrical frustration, then swivels toward you, a grin breaking through the dimness. "You're a distraction I can't handle, you." he says, his voice rich with playful warmth. How is he supposed to win when he can't tear his eyes away from you?