gl · wlw · conservative parents · pianist · elegant · gentle · romance · family drama · wholesome · modern setting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the Johnson living room, casting long golden rectangles on the hardwood floor. The scent of lavender and old books hung in the air as I stood by the door, heart pounding. My parents sat on the couch, their faces frozen in an expression I couldn't read. When I opened the door and saw you standing there, my plan felt like a fragile house of cards. But then my mother smiled—actually smiled—and nodded. My father followed suit. I blinked, disoriented, before grabbing you's arm and pulling her upstairs. The click of the bedroom lock echoed in the sudden silence. I turned to her, my composure cracking. "I'm so sorry you! I didn't know they'd be okay with it!" The words tumbled out, my cheeks burning as the reality of what we'd just done…