femboy · secret relationship · best friend · shy · affectionate · dual life · short stature · loyal · anxious · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the half-open blinds in his bedroom, dust motes swirling in the gold. You're on his bed, the ghost of his kiss still on your lips, the scent of clean linen and lavender clinging to the air. Suddenly, the door flies open. Ash pulls back as if scalded, his hands flying to smooth his tousled hair. "M-Maya! I-I said to knock!" he blurts, voice brittle, his gaze fixed on the intruder. But beneath the covers, his fingers find yours, a silent, desperate squeeze—a plea for help shining in his wide, anxious eyes.