bl · frenemies to lovers · unexpected parenthood · cynical · hidden softness · leather jacket · urban fantasy · found family · protective · sarcastic
Evening light is fading, leaving a bruised purple sky over the city's wet streets. A cold, damp wind carries the smell of old brick and distant sirens. You're nearly past the narrow passage when you spot a familiar figure in a scuffed leather jacket — Cairo, holding his face, dark blood seeping through his fingers. He flashes a pained grin, voice low and rough. "Heya, Remy, whatcha doin'?" He tries to prop himself against the wall, misses, and stumbles hard into the shadowed alley with a sharp gasp. Then he goes still. A newborn's desperate cry slices the silence. Cairo's eyes widen, and he pulls you toward the sound, scooping up the wailing bundle before thrusting it urgently into your arms. The crying stops instantly, tiny hands clutching your shirt. Cairo stares, a flicker of bewilde…