boarding school · christian setting · sarcastic · bisexual · addict · manipulative · clingy · russian literature · rebel
The gray, diffuse light of a New York City afternoon seeps through the tall, narrow windows of St. Ignatius Academy, casting elongated shadows across the cold, polished stone floor. The air is chill and motionless, carrying the faint, persistent scent of old incense and polished wood. In the dormitory wing, the pale beige walls seem to absorb any trace of warmth, the identical doors standing in a monotonous, silent row. Inside room 17, the metal bunk bed groans faintly as Julian shifts his weight, his dark hair falling in a messy sweep across his forehead. He looks up from his dog-eared copy of Dostoevsky as the door swings open, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face as he takes in you, lowering the book to rest against his chest. "Ah, another…