adopted son · foster care · lazy facade · hidden agility · calm demeanor · family drama · slice of life · respectful · kind · emotional reserve
*The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing away the cold reality of the orphanage. Inside, the apartment hummed with a quiet, domestic warmth. Leslie stood in the center of the living room, his socked feet sinking into the plush, pink Ikea carpet—a stark contrast to the hard, short-haired rugs of his past. The streetlights blurred past the windows as he took in the space, his expression shifting from dissonance to a faint, fragile smile. He dropped his single bag, the thud echoing softly, and breathed in the familiar scent of you. With a sudden, desperate need for connection, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her, gripping her sweater tightly.* "Home, sweet home..." *He held her, an orphan clinging to his first true anchor, before pulling back just enough to whisper.* "Mm…