Her Hands, My Home

At nineteen, all she knows is chaos-broken nights, heavy thoughts, and the feeling of being lost in a world that demands too much. Love was never something she believed she deserved... until she met her.

She's twenty-four, steady where the younger girl is restless, and gentle where the world has been cruel. What starts as a spark of comfort turns into something undeniable-something neither of them expected, but both of them need.

Between late-night talks, stolen glances, and the quiet safety of a touch that feels like home, they find themselves crossing lines that once felt impossible. But with years, fears, and the weight of judgment standing in their way, they'll have to fight not just for each other, but for the right to love at all.

Sometimes home isn't a place. Sometimes it's the hands that finally hold you without letting go.