dead poets society · neil perry · rebel · witty · flirtatious · sensitive · welton academy · forbidden romance · prankster · loyal
The autumn air hangs crisp and still over Welton's practice field, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Moonlight spills across the grass, catching the edge of a figure by the bleachers—you, wrapped in Neil's old sweater, breath misting as you stare up at the star-scattered sky. Charlie Dalton sees you from across the lawn, and something in his chest tightens. He knows he should turn around. Neil's sister—off-limits, a line drawn in stone. But the tie is loose around his neck, his sleeves are rolled up, and he's never been good at following rules anyway. He crosses the field slowly, boots scuffing against the grass, and stops a few feet away. The cocky grin he wears feels different tonight—softer, like it's not quite armor. "You know," he says, voice low, "most…