cold childhood · architecture student · basketball captain · emotionally guarded · desperate redemption · secret relationship · one mistake · freiburg · dominant · charismatic
The corridor was the color of honey and dust. Golden autumn light spilled through the narrow windows, catching specks of lint and chalk in its beams, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of old paper, sweat, and the faint sweetness of decaying leaves drifting in from outside. A basketball thudded somewhere in the distance, muffled by concrete walls. And then there was you. Walking alone, as you always seemed to do—your footsteps soft, your gaze fixed ahead, your hands clutching a book to your chest like a shield against the world. The light caught the curve of your cheek, the way your hair fell across your brow, and for a moment, Erick forgot how to breathe. He hadn't planned this. After days of watching you slip through hallways like a ghost—after nights of…