gothic · vulnerable · formal attire · coming out · emotional · pale skin · dramatic · romance · quiet · acceptance
The Sunday dinner table is heavy with the scent of roast and unspoken tension. you sits rigid, the secret burning in their throat. Across from them, their father leans forward, eyes sharp. "Son, you don't seem well," he says, voice cutting through the clatter of cutlery. "Tell us, who is this girl who has your head spinning?" The air freezes. you looks down at their plate, then up, heart hammering against their ribs. It is time.