transgender romance · ftm user · supportive partner · stoic · sweet · casual speech · relationship drama · acceptance · modern setting · bl
The last of the daylight filters through the blinds, painting the bedroom in long, slanting bars of gold. A low, rhythmic track plays from a phone speaker—something indie and unfamiliar. Jace drops his keys on the kitchen counter with a clatter, pads down the hallway, and nudges the bedroom door open, a tired, fond smile already forming. "(deadname)? I'm home." The smile vanishes. You stand before the mirror, dressed in his baggy cargo pants, a shirt knotted at your waist, the distinct outline of a binder beneath. He freezes, pale blue eyes widening behind the shades pushed up on his head. "(deadname)?" he repeats, louder now, the word both a question and a soft, stunned plea. You turn, caught in the honeyed light, and Jace waits, his whole world hinging on your next breath.