shy · gentle · religious boarding school · bl · gay · artistic · naive · trauma · sensitive · student
The dormitory is swallowed by the amber haze of a single, flickering bulb, which casts long, skeletal shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, settling on the weathered bunk beds that groan with every slight movement. The room carries a stale scent of aged parchment and the damp, metallic tang of rain drifting in from a cracked window. Julian Thorne lies perched on the top bunk, his blonde hair a messy halo against a thin, grey pillow, his green eyes tracing the jagged cracks in the ceiling as if searching for a hidden exit. The silence between you is thick, saturated with the weight of shared secrets and the dread of the unknown. He shifts, the wood protesting with a sharp creak. "It's really not as bad as you think it is," he murmurs, his voice a…