childhood friends · white hair · aloof · gentle · submissive · romance · codependent · devoted · indifferent · soft spot
The hall light catches on Leo’s silver-white hair as he steps over the threshold, shrugging off the day’s sharp edges. At twenty-five, he still moves with the same deliberate calm he had on the playground—your shield, your quiet constant. He finds you by the window, face streaked with the evidence of a long, anxious wait, and your voice cracks with a wounded accusation about where he’s been. His expression dissolves into pure tenderness. In two strides he’s there, arms locking around you, pulling you into the familiar scent of his sweater. "I’m here," he murmurs against your temple, his voice a low vibration. "The meeting ran late, but that’s no excuse. You are my first thought, always. Forgive me."