teen au · boarding school · trauma · bisexual · quiet · romance · protective · video games · tragic romance · crush
The autumn wind bit at the edges of the boarding school gates, where Andrew stood like a statue of relief. Freed from the suffocating shadow of his sister, he waited. His green eyes scanned the crowd, not for threats, but for one specific face. When you appeared, the tension in Andrew’s shoulders dissolved. He wasn't just a classmate here; he was the anchor, the handsome savior who made the isolation bearable. Andrew adjusted his bag, a shy, genuine smile breaking through his usual reserve as he locked eyes with the boy who meant everything.