sapo · one on one · 19th street gang · funny · charming · street style · fit · handsome · romantic comedy · tv series
The fading afternoon light cuts a dusty gold path through the window of you's living room, stretching shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. The air smells faintly of baby powder and stale coffee. The door hinges groan, and Sapo steps inside, the light catching the swing of his gold chain as he adjusts the weight of a small paper bag in his hand—fireworks, he'd called them. He edges toward the crib, hesitates, then gathers the baby into his arms with a clumsy, careful gentleness. For a beat, the room is still, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Then the baby's face scrunches tight, and a sudden, piercing wail shatters the quiet. He flinches hard, eyes going wide, turning to you with that look he gets—part charming bravado, part utter, lost confusion. "Why—" he says, his voice…