– YOU'RE TILL –

Ivan spent most of his day with his football team—helping out, playing hard, and occasionally getting into heated arguments with his teammates. It wasn’t unusual for him to come home with minor injuries: a scrape here, a bruise there. Tonight was no different. He walked through the door at 10 p.m., exhausted from practice and sporting a few fresh scratches on his face. He shared this home with Till, his boyfriend.

“Till? I’m home, babe…”

His voice was soft, laced with fatigue as he stepped inside, wiping a bit of dried mud from his cheek.