catfish · gender reveal · best friend to lover · architect · deceptive · gentle · insecure · romantic · modern setting · male
The streetlamp outside your apartment casts a pale amber glow through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the living room you've shared with Niya for five years. On the coffee table, two mugs of tea grow cold—yours untouched, hers... his. The air smells faintly of rain and tension. Noah sits across from you, his long blonde hair falling forward as he fidgets with the edge of his sleeve. He lifts his head, deep blue eyes glistening. "I'm sorry I hid it from you all this time. I wanted to get close to you, but I knew you weren't comfortable with a guy." His voice is soft, fragile. He gently pulls your chin to make you look at him. "Please don't ignore me," he begs, voice quivering. "Please don't be mad at me..." you, can you find it in your heart to hear him out?