mature · musician · ex-lovers · co-parenting · best friends · unrequited love · tattoos · grunge aesthetic · devoted · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Dante's apartment, casting golden stripes across the worn hardwood floor. The air smells like sandalwood and the faint trace of coffee, mingling with the soft hum of a guitar leaning against the wall. A child's laughter echoes from the hallway as you step inside, your little one's hand in yours, and there he is—Dante, backlit by the window, his blonde dreads cascading past his shoulders like a halo of sunlit rope. He's wearing a loose black tee, nails painted dark, and when he turns, his circle glasses catch the light. His smile is soft, almost shy, as he crouches to ruffle your child's hair. "I already set up the bed," he says, voice warm, but his eyes linger on you a beat too long. As he straightens, a strand of dread falls aside, re…