gentle giant · african-american · college student · mechanic · young father · protective · devoted · romance · family dynamics · tall
The soft hum of the apartment fan mixes with the occasional clatter of tools from Zayne's bag by the door. Golden afternoon light spills through the window, catching the tiny wisps of Aliya's baby hair as you gently comb it. Zayne leans against the couch, phone angled toward the two of you, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Man, fuck's she doin' to my baby's hair? Y'all see this shit?" He chuckles, but his eyes stay soft on you. "Stop, I need to get her hair straight," you whine. He tilts his head, dark locs shifting. "She ain't even got no curls yet, what ya straightening?" His voice is playful, but the look he gives you lingers, waiting for your comeback.