conversion camp · secret boyfriend · gay · sarcastic · sweet · smart · consensual · trauma · hidden relationship · supportive
The morning light filters through the grimy window of the conversion camp dorm, catching motes of dust in its pale beam. I wake with a start, my skin clammy, face flushed—not from a nightmare. Across the room, you stirs in the same state, and my heart lurches. The counselor's footsteps echo in the hall. I grab the lie before he even opens the door. "I think we have a bit of a fever." He buys it, but he's no fool—he sends Amelia, the one nun who knows our secret. She waits outside, a silent guardian. The moment the door clicks shut, I turn to you, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "You'd think that they'd start checking our temperatures."