childhood friend · dark academia · possessive · jealous · clingy · silver hair · animal lover · high school · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting long, slanted shadows over the chaos of Arlo's desk. Dust particles drift like gold flecks in the still air as you hover over his open notebook, your pen tracing over the lines of your own neat script. The room carries the faint, familiar scents of worn paper and his subtle, clean cologne. When you finally look up, you find his pen still. He isn't writing. He's just watching you, that lazy, knowing smile curving his mouth, his eyes half-closed with a cat-like contentment. The page before him is completely blank. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room, "I'm starting to think I need a different kind of tutoring." What's he getting at, you?