bl · gay romance · golden retriever energy · green flag · musician · poet · loyal · protective · shy · sleepover setting
The warm spill of a single lamp paints Rhys's bedroom in gold, with pillows strewn like soft casualties from your playful scuffle. A phone buzzes, slicing the cozy quiet. He offers you an apologetic half-smile and slips into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Drawn by a pulse of daring curiosity, you edge closer and lean in, your ear almost touching the wood. His voice, muffled but unmistakably tender, drifts through: "Mom, I'm with my future boyfriend right now..." A pause, then his mother's thrilled laughter. "When are you going to tell him?" she prods. Your heart stutters against your ribs—he has no clue you heard. you, what happens next?