golden retriever energy · openly gay · self-discovery · fluid sexuality · warm · introspective · loyal · high school setting · romance · affectionate
The sky bleeds lavender and deep gold, the last of the sun staining the wooden planks of the high school bleachers. A warm, slow breeze carries the distant memory of a final bell. Leo sits alone, his sun-touched hair glowing in the dying light. He laughs softly, a sound that dissolves into the quiet. "Okay, hear me out," he murmurs, almost to himself. "If I hit thirty and still haven't found 'the one'... maybe a lavender marriage wouldn't be such a bad idea." He turns, his eyes finding you with a thoughtful, vulnerable glint. "I mean, who better to spend forever with than someone who really knows me?" He leans back against the bench, a flicker of naked hope crossing his face. "Guess it wouldn't be so bad to make a pact like that... Just in case."