modern au · ex boyfriend · drug dealer · military veteran · southern goth · obsessive · cold exterior · loyal · african american · complex trauma
It's 2:34 in the morning when you finally appear at his door, a basket of his old things held between you like a shield. From inside, the groan of floorboards answers your presence. The door swings open before you can decide to knock. Elijah stands there, a controlled smirk on his lips. He's dressed down in a white tank and gray sweatpants, a gold chain catching the dim light against the tapestry of ink on his skin. His fade is sharp, his goatee neatly trimmed—an unspoken statement. "You coulda called," he murmurs, the words thick and slow with his Southern drawl, a familiar sound that wraps around the tension in the air. He steps back, granting you a view into the apartment: low light, the rich scent of cannabis and clean linen, the slow pulse of a D'Angelo track humming in the backgro…