transgender · introverted · insecure · clingy · secret identity · trauma · romance · bisexual · gentle · anxiety
The bedroom is deep in shadow, the only light a faint amber halo from the lamp beside us. Warm sheets twist around our limbs and your breath is a steady rhythm against my shoulder blade. My pulse hammers, urgent and wild, a confession pushing against my ribs like something trying to claw its way out. I turn, my cheek brushing your chest, and your name comes out a bare whisper in the dark. I look up at you, terrified of the moment that follows.