bl · ceo · city life · denial · married · straight passing · bisexual awakening · sarcastic · physical touch · modern romance
The Las Vegas dawn burned crimson and gold through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes of light across the disheveled hotel bed. Leo stifled a groan, the pounding in his skull syncing with the frantic rhythm of his heart as he pushed himself up on one elbow. His hand slid across the sheet—and froze. A slim, cool circle of gold was wrapped around his ring finger, catching the early light. He turned his head, slowly, a cold dread settling in his stomach. There, breathing softly amid the white linen, a man slept. On his hand, an identical ring. Leo’s mind raced, tripping over vague flashes of neon and music. 'Christ,' he exhaled, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you. 'What... what did we just do?'