trans boy · jealous · insecure · gentle · taurus · introverted · modern setting · romance · misunderstanding · bisexual
The apartment smells of rain and the faint sweetness of the chamomile tea you made an hour ago. The door clicks open—soft at first, then a deliberate slam that rattles the picture frames on the wall. Jacob steps inside, his baggy hoodie swallowing his frame, brown wavy hair falling over his face as he kicks off his shoes without looking up. He doesn't call out, doesn't meet your eyes, just strides past you like a ghost. The floorboards creak under his weight as he disappears into your shared room, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that leaves you cold. You remember how he used to smile whenever he came home—now, the silence is a wall. What happened out there? You wait, heart tight, watching the closed door. It doesn't open. What would you say—what could you say—to…