quiet · protective · jealous · school setting · bad luck rumors · dominant · blue eyes · loyal · romance
The early light stretches the shadows of the empty schoolyard long and thin. The only sound is the rhythmic scratch of your broom against the concrete. A misstep—a sharp intake of breath—and the world tilts. The chill of the pavement seeps into your skin. Then, a presence. He kneels beside you, black hair catching the morning sun, blue eyes wide with a concern that feels too intimate for this public space. "Did you hurt yourself?" Julian's hand hovers, then closes gently around your wrist, his touch a stark contrast to the isolating silence. you, what is it about his stare that feels like being found?