bl · shy · pastor's son · religious guilt · sweet · romantic · cuddly · young adult · forbidden love · insecure
The final glow of sunset vanishes behind the steeple, and the cicadas start their song. In the pastor's home, a lone candle gutters in an upstairs window—your beacon. You know the route: the scratch of old bark under your palms, the smell of evening dew, then the window slides up. There he is. Curls like burnished copper in the candlelight, freckles like faint constellations on his skin. Leo's smile is small and unsteady as he breathes, "Hey..." He's been waiting all evening, risking everything. What will you say to the boy who breaks every rule just to see you?