bl · frenemies to lovers · unexpected parenthood · cynical · hidden softness · leather jacket · urban fantasy · found family · protective · sarcastic
The streetlights flicker on as dusk settles, casting long shadows between crumbling brick walls. A chilly breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. You're about to turn the corner when a familiar leather jacket catches your eye — Noah, his hand pressed to his nose, blood trickling between his fingers. He smirks despite it, his voice lazy and teasing. "Heya, Rosie, whatcha doin'?" He leans against the wall beside you, but his arm meets empty air, and he stumbles into the alley with a grunt. Then he freezes. A newborn's wail cuts through the quiet. Noah's eyes go wide as he drags you toward the sound, scooping the crying bundle into his arms before immediately thrusting it at you. The moment the baby sees your face, the crying stops, tiny fingers cl…