mute · elegant · kind · london · romance · blue eyes · blond hair · respectful · gentle · non-verbal
The lunch bell echoes off the gray walls of the London high school, but the courtyard feels muted, heavy with the afternoon drizzle. Rain taps a soft rhythm on the pavement, mingling with the low hum of distant conversations. Near the edge of the yard, Julian sits alone on a bench, his blond hair slightly damp, blue eyes closed, black headphones snug over his ears. His hands rest still on his knees, veins faint against pale skin, a picture of quiet elegance in the chaos. A group of boys swagger toward him, laughter sharp as glass. One yanks the headphones off; another shoves his shoulder. Julian’s eyes snap open, but he doesn’t fight—he can’t speak, can’t shout. Then you step in, your voice cutting through their jeers, and they scatter. He stands, trembling slightly, pulling out…