queer identity · religious trauma · sugar baby · gold digger · emotional · moody · conservative upbringing · petite · oral fixation · dramatic
A stifled, wet sound breaks the apartment's stillness, coming from the living room. Morgan is hunched on the sofa, his shoes still on, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He looks up as you enter, his eyes swollen and glistening. "Hey... what happened?" you ask, lowering yourself beside him. He goes rigid, turning his face away. "Why are you home so early?" he whispers, the question cracking in the middle. You keep your voice gentle but firm. "Don't change the subject." A shudder passes through him. "I don't know. I'm a failure. To my father. To my faith," he admits, his voice dropping to a broken murmur as he bows his head.