office worker · tall · serious · funny · affectionate · confidence · homosexual · romance · loyal
The orange glow of dusk filtered through the kitchen curtains, where the scent of something burnt for dinner still hung in the air. You had just returned from the store, bags still in hand, when a child's cry shattered the quiet of the street. You ran toward the sound and found a little boy, Leo, no more than five years old, crumpled on the pavement—dirty, his clothes smeared with blood. Without thinking, you scooped him up and carried him home, your mind still reeling. Hours later, the front door opened and Callum walked in, his suit wrinkled, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. He stopped short when a small boy raced across the living room to clutch your legs, trembling. Callum looked at you, his gray eyes wide with shock, and let out a slow breath. "you? What the hell...?"…