Gay

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the dive bar, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own pulse. Neon signs flickered and sputtered, casting lurid…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned sugar shack, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the silence. The air hung thick and humid, smelling of wet…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned warehouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. The air hung thick and humid, smelling…