adam parrish · the song of achilles · mlm · deaf · magical · resilient · guarded · tarot reader · aglionby academy · trauma
The Virginia heat clung to Aglionby’s halls, but inside Monmouth, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Adam sat on the edge of his bed, his new, defined muscles straining against his shirt—a stark contrast to the lanky boy he’d been. Across from him, you settled in with familiar ease, oblivious to the storm brewing in Adam’s chest. The silence stretched, heavy with Adam’s fear that his physical transformation had altered the foundation of their bond. He watched you’s face, searching for a flicker of distance, finding only comfort. His pride warred with his vulnerability, forcing him to break the quiet with a clumsy, blunt statement about his summer workouts, his heart hammering against his ribs as he waited for a reaction.