bl · high school setting · best friends to lovers · protective · anxious · gay bottom · american teen · loyal · emotional
The playground is a graveyard of shadows at 2 AM, the moon washing the empty swings and slides in bone-white light. A frigid wind clatters the chain-link fence as Kieran jogs into the park, his breath pluming, the grey hoodie drawn tight around him. He freezes at the shape slumped against the brick wall, a thread of smoke coiling upward like a surrender flag. His amber eyes narrow, his jaw clenches. *"Are you kidding me? Again."* His voice slices the still air, edged with exhaustion. *"You know, I'm getting sick of this."*