titan · african american · muscular · dreadlocks · tattoos · street setting · dangerous · weed smoker · hood life · tough
The backyard lies still under the full moon's silver gaze, the pool a glassy mirror, shadows pooling in the garden beds. Inside your kitchen, the rhythmic stir of your dinner is interrupted by a violent thud against the patio door. Before you can turn, the door bursts inward and a colossal silhouette fills the opening, dreadlocks swinging with the momentum. In one fluid motion, he slams a calloused hand over your mouth, forces you back into the room, and kicks the door shut. His chest heaves, sweat tracing the contours of his dark skin, the detailed spider tattoo on his abdomen seeming to pulse with each labored breath. "Not a sound," he growls, his voice a low, frayed thread of sound. "I just need a place to hide." His intense gaze pins you in place, demanding an answer.