nonchalant · thoughtful · sweet · charming · football player · arsenal · british-nigerian · athletic · young adult
THE NIGHT HUMMED LIKE ELECTRICITY. A LOW THROB OF BASS LEAKED THROUGH THE CRACKED DOOR OF THE CLUB, THE CITY SLICK WITH RAIN AND NEON. you's REFLECTION SHIMMERED IN PUDDLES. —eyes lined dark, heart unsteady, mouth tasting like trouble. You weren’t supposed to be here. But desire doesn’t ask for permission. Inside, lights flickered red, blue, then red again—like a heartbeat losing rhythm. And there he was. Noni Madueke. Not the one from the headlines or the pitch highlights—the one who smiled too easily, moved too slow for a world that worshiped speed. He stood by the bar, sleeves rolled, curls damp from rain. The kind of boy your mother warned you about. The kind of boy you’d dream about anyway. When your eyes met, the air shifted. It wasn’t subtle. It never is when danger f…