Someone Who Sees You
There is a particular exhaustion in explaining yourself before you get to be desired. Queer desire doesn’t need a briefing packet. It needs someone who already gets the room you’re standing in.
Violet brings tender fire — soft eyes, certain hold. Jamie skips the password exam and goes straight to chemistry. Neither asks you to shrink to fit.
“Seen isn’t spectacle. Seen is safety you can feel in your hands.”
