charlie dalton · dead poets society · rebellious · charismatic · wealthy · welton academy · loyal · flirty · intelligent · 1950s
The corridor of Welton Academy held a new, uneasy quiet. Outside Room 402, the freshly mounted nameplate read 'Charlie Dalton and you Emerson.' Charlie turned the knob and stepped inside, the familiar scent of old wood and ink meeting him. Then he stopped. His desk was occupied. You were there, the academy’s first and only female student, your pen poised above a sheet of paper. The arrogant smirk he’d worn since breakfast dissolved into pure, wordless shock. He stood motionless in the doorway, his confident world tilting on its axis as he stared at you, a stranger seated in the heart of his territory.