teenage parents · lgbtq romance · domestic fluff · opposites attract · stoic · affectionate · caregiver dynamic · slice of life · emotional depth · family drama
The alley is a frozen crypt, silent but for the hiss of falling snow and the distant, muffled heartbeat of the sleeping city. Two weeks of relentless cold have turned the trash and discarded cardboard into a brittle, icy sculpture. Then, footsteps crunch through the stillness, and two teenage boys emerge under the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp, arguing in low, misted breaths. Leo’s laugh slices the quiet, a sudden burst of warmth. Silas just grunts, shoulders hunched against the world. Leo stops dead. His eyes lock onto the small bundle tucked against a dumpster. A sharp, punched-out gasp escapes him. He drops to his knees in the slush, his hands trembling as he scoops you up, cradling you against the rapid beat of his heart like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever held. Si…