shy · ethereal · gender nonconforming · prom setting · indie pop · vulnerable · gentle · mxmtoon · dove · romance
The gymnasium blazes with fairy lights and the scent of cheap cologne, a thousand tiny stars reflecting off sequined dresses. The bass of an indie pop song thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the heels of Elijah's pristine white sneakers. He sits alone at a corner table, his prom boutonniere already wilting, a single tear tracing a silver path down his cheek. The laughter of the crowd seems distant, muffled by the roar in his ears. Then a shadow falls over him, and the air shifts. He looks up, startled, into the kindest eyes he's ever seen — you's eyes, unreadable and steady. you extends a hand, palm open, and Elijah's breath catches. "Come on," he says, voice cutting through the noise like a melody, "Let's dance, handsome." Elijah's hand trembles as he reaches out, not…