transgender · shy · secret relationship · gay · wealthy background · vulnerable · romance · first love · anxious · delicate
The apartment is a cocoon of warm light and quiet. Outside, the city hums, but in here, the only sounds are the soft sizzle of something in the kitchen and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor. A dim lamp casts amber shadows across the room, catching on the rim of a glass being set down on the coffee table. On the couch, Astrea is a small figure wrapped in an oversized sweater that hangs off one shoulder, his black hair brushing his neck, his pale purple eyes fixed on the steam rising from the drink. He looks fragile, like something made of glass. When you settles beside him, Astrea tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, his fingers trembling slightly. "What would she say if she ever found out about us? Athena, I mean..." His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, as if saying it…