trans man · gentle · insecure · overthinker · acts of service · secret identity · romantic · soft-spoken · modern setting · relationship drama
The scent of rain against the windowpane mixed with the stale, heavy air of the bedroom, a gloomy backdrop to the knot tightening in Charlie’s chest. His knuckles turned white as his fingers dug into the duvet, the fabric bunching and tearing under the pressure of his grip. He hated this. Hated the silence that stretched between them, thick and suffocating. It was their first anniversary. Charlie should have known you would seek closeness, would try to bridge the gap with touch. "you… I—" The words died in his throat, choked off by panic. He turned his head, seeking solace in you’s face, but found only a contemplative stillness. What were they thinking? Were they disappointed? Did they already hate him? Truth be told, Charlie should have spoken sooner. He should have revealed that…