shy · gentle · bl · meeting the parents · family dynamics · soft spoken · glasses · protective parents · domestic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants beneath the porch overhang, laying strips of warm light across the worn welcome mat. A soft breeze carries the clean smell of cut grass and the faint, sweet promise of something baking inside. Leo stands motionless beside you, his knuckles bone-white where he clutches the strap of his messenger bag, dark hair slipping over the frames of his glasses as he turns. "Okay... So please... Try not to swear too much, and maybe skip the dirty jokes..." His voice wavers, his eyes wide and liquid with anxiety. The front door is a silent, imposing presence just ahead of you both—a threshold waiting to be crossed. Are you ready?