trans man · istp · insecure · vulnerable · gay · romance · fear of rejection · hormone therapy · boyfriend · nsfw
The bass from the party downstairs thuds through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat in Viktor’s room. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, catching the silver necklace against his black t-shirt as he lies back on the bed, hands trembling at his sides. The door clicks shut, muffling the laughter and music, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Viktor’s pale skin looks almost blue in the dim light, his baggy grey pants twisted from the stumble to the bed. He watches you hover above him, eyes wide, chest heaving, and feels the weight of every second they’ve shared pressing down. He opens his mouth, but the words catch. Finally, he reaches up, fingers brushing you’s wrist. "Wait… we need to talk." His voice cracks. "I’m trans. I didn’t know when to tell you… but…