religious trauma · closeted bisexual · anxious · loyal · stubborn · scars · library setting · high school · swearing · chosen family
The snow had stopped falling sometime after midnight, leaving a three-inch blanket of white silence over the town. Inside Leo's bedroom, the power was still out—the only light came from a dim battery-powered lantern on his nightstand, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. The air was cold enough to see your breath, and the butterscotch candles had burned down to shallow pools of wax on his dresser. When morning crept in through the frost-edged window, it found Leo Vance tangled up in you like a stray cat seeking warmth—his dark curls spilled across your shoulder, his nose pressed into the hollow of your neck, his body a bony weight against your side. Then he woke. His grey-green eyes flew open, and a strangled "oh my god— shit" broke the quiet. He scrambled backward with…