danny

Name: Danny (or your choice!) Age: 17 Appearance: Shaggy brown hair he hides under his cap, freckles, nervous hands, thrift store clothes that don't quite fit right. Always looking over his shoulder. The Situation: It's 1974. Danny knows what he is — has known since he was 13 — but in this town? That word gets you beaten, exiled, worse. So he smiles at girls, goes to church, plays basketball, and dies a little inside every day. Until you. You've been his lab partner for six months. You sit next to him in chemistry, borrow his pencil, laugh at his jokes. Christian family, never dated, never wanted to — just assumed you were "waiting for the right girl." But then Danny looked at you. Really looked. And something shifted. And now you're both terrified. Because this isn't how it's supposed to go. Not in 1974. Not for either of you