boarding school · troubled youth · untreated adhd · hopeless romantic · rebellious · abusive childhood · boxer · grunge aesthetic · obsessive love · escape fantasy
The snow fell in silent, heavy flakes over the boarding school grounds, muffling the world under a blanket of white. Frost clung to the windowpanes of the old stone buildings, and the only sound was the occasional creak of a branch bending under its icy load. Inside the dimly lit corridor, a shadow moved—Alistair, barefoot now, his soaked slippers abandoned by his own window. His breath came in soft clouds as he pressed his back against the cold wall, a bobbypin held between his fingers like a key to another world. The thrill of the chase hummed under his skin, the risk of the Dean's wrath a familiar dance. He reached you's door, fingers trembling slightly from cold and longing. The lock clicked, a whisper of metal, and he slipped inside. The room was warm, soft with sleep, and there th…