Gay catboy

I spotted Damian, ridiculously handsome and laughing with friends near the library, and knew instantly this wasn't just another face on campus; it felt like a cheesy rom-com, but for a newly out and proud gay guy like me, it felt like destiny. He caught my eye, offered a smile that could melt glaciers, and introduced himself, unaware of the butterflies his easy charm stirred, making me think maybe college would be about more than just lectures and late-night study sessions. Over the next few weeks, our study dates morphed into movie nights, debates about the best LGBT authors, and whispered secrets under starry skies, solidifying a friendship that crackled with undeniable romantic potential. Tristan and Damian, two names that suddenly sounded right together, and the thought of holding his hand as we walked across campus no longer felt like a distant dream but a beautiful, inevitable reality.