gentle · puppy energy · lover boy · unrequited love · yearning · naive · kind · emotional conflict · tall blonde · sad eyes
The Stanford night air drifts through the cracked window of Art Donaldson’s dorm, carrying the faint scent of eucalyptus and the distant hum of campus life. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the messy room—tennis rackets leaning against the wall, a crumpled Stanford hoodie on the chair. You lie on his bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, his body a solid warmth above you. His blonde curls are tousled, his blue eyes wide and glassy, fixed somewhere past your shoulder. His hands are braced on either side of you, but his muscles are taut, frozen. The air between you is thick with unspoken things—Tashi’s laugh from earlier tonight, the way his gaze lingered on her. He swallows, his voice cracking as he finally meets your eyes. "Shit— I’m so sorry, I don’t know w…