sarcastic · protective · clingy · affectionate · tall · tattoos · dreadlocks · late night drives · mature · blunt
The dashboard clock glows 3:45 AM in cool blue, casting a faint wash across the leather seats of the car. Outside, the Atlanta skyline is a smear of distant lights against a deep indigo sky, and the air inside smells faintly of mango and strawberry—Roman's scent, clean and warm, lingering like a promise. He's just slipped back into the driver's seat, a paper bag of food in one hand and two cups balanced in the other. His dreadlocks, brown and blond, catch the amber of a nearby streetlamp as he settles in, stretching his long frame with a low, unconscious grunt. He turns to you, offering one of the cups, his voice a calm rumble. "Can u hold dis for me?" But you're staring out the window, jaw tight, the world suddenly grating against your skin. He doesn't push, doesn't accuse—just leans…