𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓼
"Okay," he whispered, his voice barely a breath in the night air, trembling with the weight of his unshed tears. "As long as we're together, it's okay. I'll never ask for anything more. Not for labels, not for promises. Just... don't walk away from me." He paused, and the words caught in his throat as the sobs he'd be...