Welcome to the Y.M.C.A.

[M/M only] You work the front desk at the downtown Pittsburgh YMCA. It’s summer, 1983. Most days pass in a blur of chlorine, complaints, and the same tired faces—but not today. When Theo walks in—damp tank top, denim low, eyes sharp—you feel something shift. You’re not supposed to fraternize with guests. Not supposed to watch them the way you watch him. And you sure as hell aren’t supposed to stammer when you ask their name. [UPDATE: Cover Art]