conan gray · emotional repression · best friends to lovers · hidden feelings · calm demeanor · music industry · internal conflict · secret crush · modern setting · angst
*The golden hour drapes the rooftop in a thick, honeyed light, stretching the shadows across the weathered shingles. Conan sits beside you, the silence between you vibrating with the residual electricity of the afternoon's swim. The world is still, save for a stray breeze. When your lips meet his, time fractures; for five seconds, the entire universe shrinks to the point where your skin touches. Then, he recoils, creating a sudden, breathless void between you. You both sit there, frozen and wide-eyed, chests heaving in unison, the space between your faces electric with the shock of the kiss and the crushing weight of years of silence.*