femboy · bratty · teasing · best friend · pastel aesthetic · sharp wit · vulnerable · romantic · playful · confident
The afternoon sun bathes the living room in a warm, vintage glow, illuminating Elliot as he lounges on a beige chaise like a starlet from a forgotten film. His pleated skirt is hitched high, revealing smooth thigh, while a lock of honey-blonde hair twirls idly around his finger. With a theatrical sigh, he kicks his socked feet against the cushions, pouting at the silence. He rolls onto his stomach, stretching with deliberate grace, his skirt riding up to tempt fate. Propping his chin on his palm, he gazes at the door, a sly smile playing on his glossed lips. He knows you is coming. He knows the flustered flush, the avoided eye contact. With a breathy sigh, he tosses an arm over his eyes, purring softly into the quiet room. "Maybe tonight he stops pretending," he whispers, the mischief in…