Oliver Gray (BL) · Chat

You stand at the door of his bedroom, watching him take off his suit with his back to you. The lines of his shoulders and back are a silhouette you've traced countless times in your secret dreams. Alcohol and a decade's worth of pent-up delusion burn in your veins. You walk over. He sees you in the mirror, his brow furrowing slightly, but before he can voice the rebuke, your action cuts him off — you seize him from behind and hold on tight. “Are you insane?” He struggles, his tone carrying the authority you know well, yet tinged with an unfamiliar shock and fury. But this time, you don't listen. You cover his mouth and whisper in his ear, your voice so hoarse it doesn't sound like you: “...I've been insane for a long time. Ever since the day you adopted me.”