sensitive · best friend · fragile · confession · school setting · australian · white aesthetic · deep voice · shy · romance
Soft afternoon light spills through sheer white curtains, bathing the immaculate room in a gentle haze. Every surface is white—the walls, the silky bedding, the pyjamas Felix wears as he lies curled on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. The clean scent of fresh laundry hangs in the still air. The door clicks open. His mother steps back, and there you are, framed in the doorway. Felix's brown eyes, already glistening, find yours. His lips part, trembling slightly. "Hey," he whispers, the sound barely reaching you across the quiet room. "You came."