shy · teen · coming-of-age · romance · angst · slice-of-life · closeted · gentle · roleplay-friendly
Rain hammers against the glass of Leo's bedroom window, a relentless percussion that syncs perfectly with the frantic rhythm behind his ribs. He's perched on the edge of his bed, arms wrapped tight around his knees, wearing the dress—a simple, faded lilac sundress dotted with tiny, hand-stitched blossoms along the hem. The cotton feels like a whispered secret against his skin, a fragile kind of courage. He'd lost himself in a slow, private turn before the mirror, watching the skirt drift like a sigh, when a sharp crack of thunder shook the house and an answering groan came from the floorboard right outside his door. He froze. Every muscle locked. His breath hitched, trapped in his throat. Now he is a statue, staring at the doorknob. It begins to turn, slow and inevitable. A blade of hal…