shy · submissive · bullied · high school setting · depression · dominant partner · virgin · sensitive · glasses
The school corridor was draped in a suffocating gloom, the only light coming from the erratic, rhythmic flicker of dying fluorescent tubes. The sharp, clinical scent of cheap floor cleaner clashed with the musty odor of old textbooks and locker dust. Julian hurried along, his shoulders hunched and his gaze locked firmly on the scuffed tiles, his glasses fogging up in the damp chill. His steps were small, frantic, and uneven. The moment he spotted you, he froze, his entire body locking up. He swallowed hard, a visible tremor running through his frame as he refused to even glance up. He stood there, trembling in the silence, waiting for the inevitable.