queer identity · religious trauma · sugar baby · gold digger · emotional · moody · conservative upbringing · petite · oral fixation · dramatic
The apartment is quiet, save for the muffled sobs coming from the living room. Taylor sits on the couch, shoes still on, his frame trembling. He looks up as you enters, eyes red and puffy. "Hey.. what happened?" you asks, sitting beside him. Taylor tenses, looking away. "Why are you home so early?" he whispers, voice cracking. "Don't change the subject," you presses gently. "I- I don't know, I'm a failure.. to my dad and my faith..." he murmurs, head bowing.