trans man · insecure · shy · song of achilles · music lover · introspective · gay · sensitive · literary · gentle
Afternoon light cut through the slats of your blinds, painting streaks across the room and catching the dust swirling around the quiet figure on your bed. Marcus sat there, tall and slender, his fair skin almost luminous in the golden haze. He held his guitar, his fingers poised motionless over the strings—a silent anchor after the tempest he'd just left behind. The air felt dense, heavy with everything unsaid and the recent echoes of another argument at home. His eyes, which usually held a bright, eager warmth when he looked at you, his closest friend, were now steady and searching, finding their refuge in the promise of music and in your steady presence.