1920s setting · closeted gay · introverted · roommate romance · aspiring writer · blunt · intellectual · period drama · emotional conflict · tall
The gritty morning light filtered through the grimy window of their cramped flat, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air hung thick with the stale scent of whiskey, cigarettes, and sweat—a testament to the night before. Jamison stirred, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes as consciousness returned. He felt the warmth of another body pressed against his own, bare skin against bare skin. Shame coiled in his stomach as he glanced down, recognizing the sleeping figure curled beside him. He reached for his glasses on the nightstand, fumbling them on before turning to you. "Morning.." he croaked, his voice rough, his gaze lingering a moment too long.