sarcastic · insecure · 1970s setting · school life · smoking · wealthy background · found family · christmas romance · rebellious · anxious
"I'm *nervous.*" The icy gravel crackles underfoot as you pull Angus, your boyfriend who is all long limbs and sharp angles, along the snow-dusted driveway. "Come on, Ang. They're going to love you. You're a *good boy,*" you assure him, your voice steady, and you laugh lightly at the scowl he gives you. "Well. That's what they'll believe, anyway." A flash of a genuine smile lights his face before dread shadows it again. The mansion ahead is immense, imposing, and he blanches. "Shit. I'm not..." Your hand closes firmly over his, then lifts his trembling finger to point at the gleaming doorbell. "Ready?" "Ready," he chokes out.