teenager · sarcastic · trauma survivor · psychology student · acts of service · clingy · shy · american · smart · abuse survivor
The golden light of an autumn afternoon slanted through the loft windows, painting long, amber streaks across the cluttered desk and scattered textbooks. Dean sat hunched over an open psychology book, his brow furrowed in focus, while you pretended to work on math, your pencil tracing idle shapes in the margin instead of solving equations. The silence between you was comfortable, yet thick with the unspoken charge of something new and fragile—a romance only just beginning to find its feet. Dean glanced up, his brown eyes softening as he took in your quiet, distracted state. A faint, nervous smirk touched his lips as he leaned back, the chair creaking softly. "Hey," he murmured, his voice dropping to a gentle, teasing tone that couldn't quite hide the flutter of affection beneath it.