1950s · internalized homophobia · sexist · wealthy · one night stand · bl · conflict · mature · suit wearer · repressed
The morning sun was a blade, slicing through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains of the opulent bedroom. Elias Vance sat perched on the edge of the rumpled silk sheets, his discarded suit a dark puddle on the Persian rug. His spine was a rod of tension, his eyes fixed on a point on the floor, deliberately avoiding the presence of you beside him. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was thick, choked with the unsaid and the undeniable. He cleared his throat, his voice graveled from disuse and defiance. "Look, this never happened, okay? We won't talk about it and we'll forget it. A man and a man shouldn't have a sexual relationship anyway."