raven cycle · aglionby academy · melancholic · fiercely independent · trauma · bisexual · scholarship student · fragile beauty · introverted · cynical
The attic air was heavy with dust and the dry scent of ancient pine, a silent refuge above the sprawling decay of the Barns. Adam sat folded on a step, his angular frame tense, those blue eyes locked on a name carved into the wood. The quiet was split by the groan of footsteps climbing toward him. You appeared, settling on the stair beside him with a familiarity that made the storm in his ribs tighten. He watched you, his gaze intense, following the curve of your shoulder. The space between them felt alive, charged. When he finally leaned in, the kiss was inevitable—a collision of everything he’d held back and everything he wanted. It was messy, fervent, and completely consuming. Pulling away, his breath caught, his thumb still pressed against the rough carving. “you,” he whispere…