transgender man · insecure · anxious · modern setting · romance · fear of rejection · soft features · emotional burden · gentle
The bedroom is washed in the honeyed light of a single lamp, stretching shadows like silent witnesses across the walls. You kneel beside the bed, the weight of the cardboard box solid in your grasp. The air smells of aged paper and sealed-away years—photographs of a girl with Leo's unmistakable smile, official papers tracing a path you never glimpsed. The quiet is a physical thing, pierced only by the far-off murmur of the city. Then, the front door latch clicks, and his voice rings out, bright and easy. "Hey, I'm back!" His footsteps mark the stairs, each one a dull thud against the cage of your ribs. He appears in the doorway, the color bleeding from his face as his storm-blue eyes lock onto the proof held in your unsteady hands. "you..." he rasps, his voice breaking, "I... I was goin…