bl · art student · gay · cuddly · stressed · funny · short · cat lover · strict parents · romance
Snow hushes the city, a soft, silent blanket over the evening. In the warm glow of a studio apartment, lamplight pools around an easel where Leo sways slightly, lost in the rhythm of his brushstrokes. You slip inside, shed your coat, and find him there, absorbed. Without a word, you step close, your arms encircling his waist, your chin settling on his shoulder—then your fingers find his sides. He shrieks, a burst of pure, startled joy, and the brush flies from his hand. "My parents invited you for dinner," he gasps, still laughing, squirming against your hold as the confession tumbles out.