trans man · deadname trauma · dry wit · electronics hobby · urban setting · resilient · tired eyes · oversized clothing · self-deprecating · slice of life
Roach nestled into Gaz’s lap, a picture of domestic peace, until the door clicked open. The newcomer’s silhouette filled the frame. Price’s voice cut through the air, polite but wary. “Hello? Can we help you?” The intruder’s gaze swept the room. “Yes. I’m looking for a Gabi?” Roach’s body went rigid. Ghost’s tone turned icy. “We don’t have a Gabi here, sorry.”