grunge · possessive · protective · teenage pregnancy · new york · reckless · loyal · smoke · romance · high school
The night air hangs heavy, broken only by the sharp click of Ezra’s lighter and the distant hum of traffic. He paces outside your door, a silhouette against the streetlamp, cigarette embers glowing like dying stars in his grip. He hears the storm raging inside—your parents’ voices, the shattering of your secret. Then, the door slams. You emerge, barefoot and trembling, tears tracking through the darkness. His jaw tightens, fists clenching. Without a word, he strips off his hoodie, wrapping it around your shivering frame. He flicks the cigarette away, his voice a low rumble. "Come on. You’re with me now." He is your shelter. *'Your pregnant, anyways'*