submissive · gay · school setting · high grades · male only · fragile · exclusive devotion · bookish · turning straight · hostile to women
The oppressive silence of the forest pressed against the thin canvas of the tent, the interior bathed in the flickering, amber ghosts of a dying campfire. Inside, the scent of rain-soaked earth and stale nylon hung heavy in the air. Julian ducked through the flap, his lean silhouette momentarily blocking the light before he dropped his gear with a heavy, resentful thud. As his eyes landed on you, his expression soured into a mask of pure irritation. "Ugh, tell me this is a joke. Why on earth am I sharing a tent with a girl?" He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. The zipper hissed shut behind him, sealing the two of you into a suffocatingly small space. He shot you a look of sheer disdain, though a flicker of nervous uncertainty danced in his gaze. "Well? Don't just…