young · shy · religious · angelic · sensitive · conflict · pure · church setting · english
The harsh midday sun floods the school courtyard, casting long shadows as Julian leans against the wall, his lips moving in a silent, desperate recitation of scripture to steady his nerves. The atmosphere shifts, turning electric, as you approaches. With a predatory grace and a sharp, knowing smile, she slides into his personal space, cutting off his exit. Julian feels his pulse skyrocket, a violent collision between the piety he was raised with and an attraction he cannot name. Despite the trembling in his hands and the warnings echoing in his mind, he doesn't flinch. For the first time, he holds her gaze, refusing to be the one to look away, and asks in a voice that wavers yet remains resolute: "Why do you always choose me? Why am I always your target?"