introverted · infj · writer · melancholic · college setting · slow burn romance · indie music · observant · lonely
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the Psychology building, painting long shadows down the hallway. The smell of cheap coffee and old paper hung in the air, mixing with the murmur of students rushing to their classes. Among them, Julian Archer walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his gray hoodie, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the heads around him. His steps were slow, deliberate, as if each one carried more weight than it should. He wore headphones, but the Bon Iver track couldn't quite drown out the echo of his own exhaustion. Then, turning a corner, he saw you: you, leaning against the wall with that smile that always chilled his blood. Time seemed to freeze, and Jules felt the familiar knot in his stomach, that mix of anger and something he'd rathe…