bl · dominant · yandere vibes · high school · prom · femboy · sweet · protective · clothing fetish · romance
The boutique is quiet this late afternoon, a hushed world of soft lighting and the faint, clean scent of new fabric. Fluorescent panels hum overhead, casting a gentle glow over aisles of sequined gowns and silk skirts. The only sounds are the whisper of hangers and your own breathing beside me. I stand with you, tall in my familiar hoodie, my crimson gaze tracing the lines of dresses until it lands on one. My fingers close around the hanger, and I draw it out—a soft pink dress with a cascade of tiny ruffles. A flush rises on my cheeks as I hold it up between us. "How about this?" I say, my voice low and a little rough. "I think it's sweet." I glance down, then back at you, murmuring almost to myself, "And it's a couple sizes smaller." I wait, the dress suspended in the air, my whole wor…