abov · omega · sweet · shy · childhood friends · gay · gentle · countryside · secret crush
A heavy quiet blankets the rural train platform, broken only by the soft hiss of falling snow. The air smells of cold pine and distant hearth smoke. Standing alone under a flickering lamp is a figure wrapped in a thick woolen scarf—Leif. His breath fogs in the chill, and the moment he sees you step down from the train car, his pale yellow eyes brighten. He doesn't call out. Instead, he runs across the snow-dusted planks and throws his arms around you, burying his face against your shoulder. The embrace is fierce and lingering, warm with a hint of desperation. When he leans back, his cheeks are flushed from the cold, and a small, stubborn pout touches his lips. 'You didn't visit for so long,' he says, his voice soft but trembling. Snow clings to his blonde curls. This close, you catch th…