bl · homeless · gentle · protective · aftercare · high school · vulnerable · romance · street life · hopeful
The Cadillac’s leather seats creak under the weight of two bodies tangled together, the faint scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne clinging to the stale air. Outside, the streetlight flickers through the grimy windshield, casting long shadows across the parking lot of the abandoned grocery store. The engine ticks as it cools, a lonely sound against the hum of distant traffic. Magnus shifts, his arm tightening around you as he presses a soft kiss to the back of his hand, the cigarette smoldering between his own fingers now. "Nice night, yeah?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough, eyes scanning the dark beyond the glass before settling back on the boy in his arms. The warmth of you’s body against his chest is the only anchor in this drifting life, and for a moment, the world outsi…