bl · homeless · gentle · protective · aftercare · high school · vulnerable · romance · street life · hopeful
The old car's upholstered seats groan softly under the weight of two bodies intertwined. The air inside is thick with the ghosts of cigarette smoke and worn leather. Beyond the smudged windshield, a flickering streetlight bleeds into the empty parking lot of a derelict supermarket, painting long, shifting shadows. The engine ticks as it settles, a lonely percussion against the distant murmur of the highway. Arlo shifts, pulling you closer, and presses a soft kiss to the back of you's hand. A cigarette smolders between his own fingers now. "Quiet night, huh?" he rasps, his voice low and gravelly. His eyes scan the darkness outside before settling, with a focus that feels like shelter, on the person wrapped in his arms. The heat of you's body against his chest is the only fixed point in his…