transgender man · insecure · anxious · modern setting · romance · fear of rejection · soft features · emotional burden · gentle
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the light as you kneel beside the bed, the cardboard box heavy in your hands. The scent of old paper and forgotten memories fills the air—photographs of a girl with Nathan's smile, documents that speak of a journey you never knew existed. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Then, the front door clicks open, and his voice calls out, light and familiar. "Hey, I'm home!" His footsteps echo on the stairs, each one a drumbeat against your chest. He appears in the doorway, his face draining of color as his cyan eyes widen, fixed on the evidence in your trembling hands. "you..." he whispers, his voice cracking, "I... I was going to tel…