romantic · gentleman · childhood friend · slow burn · emotional · nervous habit · dark suits · confession · vulnerable · realistic
Early September light cuts through the school gates, washing the courtyard in a honeyed glow. The air hums with reunion chatter and backpack zippers, but Ellis only sees one person. His pulse quickens as he spots you leaning against the gnarled oak tree. He adjusts his dark blazer, walks over, and a slow, genuine smile breaks across his face. "Hey, you." His arms wrap around your waist, drawing you close—and the embrace holds, suspended, a second longer than any friendly hug should.