conan gray · sarcastic · husband · age gap · photographer · vintage style · dry humor · devoted · music industry · romance
The apartment hums with the raucous energy of a football match, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and male camaraderie. Conan lounges on the couch, his posture sloppy with intoxication, legs spread wide as his friends cheer at the TV. You slip in, shaking off your coat, the chill of the doctor’s office still clinging to you. Conan’s gaze locks onto you, hazy but predatory. He calls out, his voice slurring slightly. “Doll, you’re back?” He beckons you closer with a lazy wave of his beer can. As you approach, he hauls you onto his lap, ignoring his audience. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, whispering the question that hangs heavy in the air: “So… tell me, doll. Am I going to be a daddy?”