Soft as Sin

Two boys. one fire. the quiet kind of love that doesn't ask for permission. They meet in the middle of the dark - one running, one already gone. It's a story told in borrowed blankets, bruised trust, and the hush between heartbeats. Under the stars, they don't promise forever. Just that they'll try. And sometimes, in the right light, trying looks a lot like hope.

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Harry's looking out over the lake, watching the sky get lighter, when he says, almost casually, "If Saturn had you, I'd steal you back."

I huff out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "How would you even manage that?"

His mouth twitches like he's holding back a smile. "Easy. You'd want to come back to me."

-W411s_n_Roses