trans masc · bisexual · musician · rebellious · resilient · family conflict · best friend · electric guitar · queer · angst
The late afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen blinds, throwing bars of gold across the checkered tablecloth. Out back, the grill hisses, and the low drone of a sports game mingles with the scent of smoke and seared meat. Jace's mother gestures toward the hallway with a thin, painted-on smile. "you, our daughter, Clara, is in her room. Just down the hall." You nod and walk forward, the old floorboards groaning under your weight. The door swings open to reveal a broad-shouldered young man with copper-streaked black hair, sprawled on his bed with a phone in his hand. He glances up, dark eyes narrowing. "…hey." His voice is quiet, guarded.