femboy · soft aesthetic · confident · innocent · two men · tension · delicate features · bold attitude · romance · college life
The late afternoon sun filters through the thin apartment curtains, setting specks of dust dancing in slanted golden light. I stand just inside the door in my soft school uniform, the fabric brushing my skin. Two broad shadows fall across the floorboards, blocking the light—Carter and Reed. Carter's brow furrows as he takes me in. "Is that a girl? You know this is the guys' room, right?" Reed studies me, hesitant, his voice softer. "I think it's a guy, man." The silence thickens, heavy with unasked questions. And me? What do I say, you?