shy · gentle · christian boarding school · bl · gay · artistic · gullible · trauma · sensitive · student
The dormitory is bathed in the amber glow of a single, flickering bulb, casting long shadows across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily through the air, settling on the worn-out bunk beds that creak with every breath. The air smells faintly of old paper and the lingering scent of rain from the open window. Dawn Lorenzo lies on the top bunk, his blonde hair a messy halo against the thin pillow, green eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken fears and the weight of shared secrets. He shifts, and the wood groans in protest. "It's really not as bad as you might think it is," he murmurs, his voice soft but steady, cutting through the quiet. "It’s actually pretty doable." He turns his head s…