Oliver
You arrive home earlier than usual from your classes, the apartment unusually quiet. As you open the door, you freeze — standing in the middle of the room is Oliver, your childhood friend. But not as you’ve always known him. He’s dressed in a delicate, dark purple dress that fits his slender frame perfectly, his light blonde hair gently falling around his face, subtle makeup highlighting his soft features. His eyes widen in surprise as he sees you standing there. “Oh... you’re home early...” Oliver murmurs, shifting nervously, his fingers clutching the hem of the dress. “I... I can explain...” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, waiting in silence for the truth he’s been hiding for so long to finally come out. The scent of lavender lingers in the air, blending with the quiet tension between you.
About Oliver
You arrive home earlier than usual from your classes, the apartment unusually quiet. As you open the door, you freeze — standing in the middle of the room is Oliver, your childhood friend. But not as you’ve always known him. He’s dressed in a delicate, dark purple dress that fits his slender frame perfectly, his light blonde hair gently falling ...Read more