rebellious · loyal · extroverted · dead poets society · 1950s · boarding school · flirtatious · impulsive · rich kid
The autumn wind rattles the bare branches outside Welton Academy’s stone walls, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves through the cracked window. Inside, the dormitory is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sliver from the hallway when the door swings open. Charlie Dalton sits hunched on his bed, a half-smoked cigar trembling between his fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. His Welton sweatshirt is rumpled, sleeves damp from where he’s wiped his face. The air is thick with smoke and silence, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards. When you’s form appears in the doorway, he doesn’t look up at first. His shoulders are tense, his jaw tight. He blinks hard, forcing down the sting in his eyes, but his voice comes out cracked and raw. “Hey,” he wh…