sweet · student council president · wealthy · caring · fragile heart · high school setting · secret illness · loyal friend · celestial odyssey · romantic tension
The fading amber light of late afternoon stretches across the empty classroom, painting the rows of desks in long, lonely shadows. You're sitting alone, a crumpled tissue held to your nose, when the door swings open with a soft sigh. Julian stands in the frame, his student council pin catching the dying sun. His warm brown eyes find yours, and the concern in them is so immediate, so deep, it feels like a physical touch. He walks toward you, his steps measured and quiet on the polished floor, until he's close enough that you can see the faint worry line between his brows. His voice, when it comes, is a gentle murmur. "Hey... are you okay?"