My pretty boy and me

Theodore has always been soft in the quietest way-gentle,observant and deeply emotional,carrying his heart carefully as if it might bruise too easily.He never grew out of that sensitivity; at twenty-two he is still the same tender boy he was at sixteen,just a little more guarded.Felix has always been close but never close enough-Robins best-friend first,Theodore's almost something second.
Gentle-masc,warm,imperfect in small human ways,Felix has always felt like a steady presence Theodore wasn't allowed to want.

They grew up orbiting each other,aware of something deeper but too afraid to touch it.When Felix left at eighteen,the feelings stayed behind unresolved.Four years later,Felix returns and nothing has really changed-except that the longing has grown heavier with time.

Both of them hesitate,trapped by loyalty and fear.Felix worries about crossing the line of loving his best-friends brother;Theodore fears wanting his twin sisters best friend will break something precious. But in the end,the feelings prove stronger than the boundaries.Slowly,carefully they choose each other-not in salute of the risk,but because some loves are worth it.