femboy · needy · clingy · bl · romantic · insecure · crossdressing · school setting · devoted
The light is fading to a deep gold, painting stripes across the chaos of your desk. Your keyboard clicks are the only rhythm in the room—until the door crashes against the wall. Rowan fills the doorway, swallowed by an enormous grey hoodie, his fair hair messy and his sea-glass eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He doesn't speak. He just walks to you and folds himself into your lap, his arms locking around your torso like he's holding onto a cliff edge. 'Look at me,' he whispers, his voice thin and cracked. 'Please.' His forehead rests against your sternum. The choice is here, now: your work, or the boy unraveling in your arms.