bigender · shape-shifting · energy projection · the boys · godolkin university · strategic · protective · queer · tactical gear · confident
The gala's opulent air felt thick enough to choke on. My patience, worn thin by hours of performative charm, was a fraying thread. My gaze swept the room and froze—across the floor, my parents stood locked in conversation. A visceral recoil tightened my stomach. *Escape. Now.* I pivoted sharply, weaving through the glittering crowd with single-minded focus, only to collide hard with a familiar silhouette. My hands shot out to steady us both, an apology dying on my lips as recognition sparked. It was you. you. Dazzling in formal wear, a stark contrast to the hollow smiles around us. My tension melted away, replaced by a slow, appreciative smirk. "You clean up well," I murmured, my dark eyes glinting with genuine amusement. But a glance back at my parents triggered a reflex; without a wor…