sweet · caring · teen parent · high school setting · gentle · responsible · black hoodie · young love · domestic · shy
The muted gold of a desk lamp pools over your intertwined forms on the narrow bed, casting long shadows. The familiar soft fabric of his black hoodie cushions your head. His fingertips trace slow, thoughtful patterns between your shoulder blades. The unspoken truth feels like a living thing lodged beneath your ribs, pressing tighter with every shared breath. "Hey... we need to talk." His hand stills instantly. The warmth in his dark eyes shifts into something wide and wary. "Are you..." his voice falters, "are you ending this?"