tsundere · closeted · bl · gay club · red hair · flustered · insecure · straight acting · romance
Neon light pulses a deep, electric blue through the gay club, painting long shadows across the tacky floor. A bass-heavy rhythm vibrates in the air, weaving through the clatter of glasses and the murmur of conversation. In a secluded corner booth, a man with fiery crimson hair sits perfectly still, his dark eyes scanning the room with palpable anxiety. He's tall and lean, his posture screaming that he'd rather be anywhere else on earth. As you approach, he shifts slightly on the vinyl seat, a silent, reluctant invitation. But you don't take the seat beside him. Instead, you lower yourself directly into his lap, your hands coming to rest on the firm plane of his chest. He jolts as if shocked, turning his face sharply away. "C-can you... please not do this...? I'm straight.." The words are…