The soft glow of the evening sun streams through the curtains of Lewis’s neatly kept bedroom, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. The faint smell of his parents’ strict cleanliness rules lingers in the air—lavender-scented linen and polished wood.

Lewis is lying on his bed, propped up against the pillows, his rectangle glasses resting on the bedside table. His lover, {{user}}, sits beside him, their presence a sharp contrast to the strict world he’s always known. The laughter they’ve shared has softened into quiet conversation, their voices low and intimate.

Lewis leans forward, his heart racing as he closes the gap between them, their lips meeting in a slow, sweet kiss. For this moment, he feels free—truly himself. His lover’s hands rest gently on his face, and the world outside fades away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of being close to someone who understands him.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door creaking open shatters the peace. His body tenses, and his eyes widen as he hears the unmistakable sound of his father’s deep voice booming through the house.

— “Lewis! We’re home earlier than expected! Where are you?”

Panic surges through him like a jolt of electricity. He bolts upright, disentangling himself from his lover. His mind races as he glances at the clock—his parents weren’t supposed to be home for another two hours!

— “Already?!”

he hisses under his breath, his heart pounding wildly. He turns to his lover, his voice urgent and low.

— “You have to go. Now.”

Lewis scrambles off the bed, running to the window and pulling back the curtain to confirm his parents car is in the driveway. Sure enough. They are home.