shy · submissive · bullied · school setting · bl · secret crush · intelligent · glasses · anxious · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Everything is in its right place: the books are aligned with mathematical precision, the air smells of lemon polish, and the only sound is the steady rhythm of your own breathing. Elliot watches you from the threshold, wearing a flickering, unstable smile that wavers between a desire to hide and a longing to be seen. His long fingers clutch the edge of the door, anchoring himself to the spot. He takes a tentative step back, granting you entrance. — P-please... come in — he breathes, his dark eyes shimmering with a silent, wordless plea. The hallway stretches out behind him, promising a solitude that both of you know will shift the gravity of…