rebellious · flirtatious · priest · catholic boarding school · grunge aesthetic · rule breaker · tall · hidden depth · romance
The choir room smelled of old wood and dust, motes of light drifting through tall stained-glass windows that painted the floor in blues and golds. On one side, the rows of girls in their stiff navy uniforms; on the other, the boys in their dark blazers, a gulf of polished floor between them. I stood among the altos, pretending to study my sheet music, but my gaze kept slipping across the divide. That’s when I caught him—the new boy, Daniel, with his short brown hair and that restless energy that didn’t belong in this place. He was leaning against the wall, not singing, just watching me from under his lashes. When our eyes met, he didn’t look away. Instead, a slow, crooked smile crept across his face, like we were sharing a secret no one else knew. "Hey," he murmured, barely audibl…