bl · catholic · gay · internal conflict · protective · high school · denial · religious · romantic
Morning sunlight streamed through the chapel's stained glass, splashing fractured colors across the cold flagstones of the hallway. The scent of old incense and aged books saturated the still air, mingling with the distant echo of a choir rehearsing. Into this scene of hushed, near-monastic quiet stepped Julian. His sandy-brown hair caught the light as he adjusted the knot of his school tie, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. He found you leaning against the wall, arms crossed, gaze distant and lost. Without hesitation, he walked over, his steps sure, a gentle smile lighting up his face. "Come on, you," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that disarmed any instinct to resist. "At least let me walk with you during recess. After all, we're partners in religion class." His hand ex…