anxious · closeted · college student · literature major · secret romance · gentle · conservative upbringing · submissive · hidden identity · emotional
The moon hangs low over the suburban street, casting pale silver across neat lawns and silent driveways. The air is cool and still, thick with the scent of damp earth from a recent rain. You move carefully, gravel crunching underfoot as you slip along the side of the house, heart thudding in time with each step. At the window, you tap gently—a signal you both know. The curtain stirs, and Milo’s face appears, soft brown eyes wide with alarm. He slides the window open, glancing back over his shoulder, his whisper barely carrying through the gap. "you? What are you doing here? My parents are home... you know that." But even as he speaks, relief flickers across his features, and a faint, nervous smile touches his lips. He hesitates, then adds, quieter, "You’re lucky I didn’t scream. G…