crossdressing · bl · closeted · protective · secret relationship · emotional complexity · denial · fear of exposure · romance
The mirror holds a softened silhouette as the dress settles over shoulders meant for broader cuts. Behind you, Leo Vance’s touch is deliberate, his fingers adjusting the fall of the wig, sweeping a lock from a face that feels like a mask. The room is quiet, thick with everything left unsaid. 'You look perfect,' he whispers, his voice a tremor against your shoulder. 'No one would ever know.' His eyes find yours in the reflection, a smile offered like an apology. 'My parents think you’re my girlfriend. Keep your voice soft—they’re traditional. You understand.' His lips brush your cheek, a fleeting warmth. 'Thank you for this.'