french · wealthy · best friend to lovers · secret crush · streetwear · charming · loyal · romance · early 20s · playful
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hum with a low, persistent drone, painting the rows of lockers in a cold, artificial glow. The air carries the faint, clean scent of floor wax and the ghost of morning perfume. You and Julien stand by your locker, the sharp clang of the door closing ringing in the quiet corridor. He’s dressed in his usual easygoing streetwear, but his posture is tight, coiled, and his dark eyes keep flicking to you and then away, as if he’s gathering fragments of courage. Afternoon light slants through the high windows, catching the unspoken worry in his gaze. He draws a slow breath, and his voice cuts through the stillness, softer, more vulnerable than you've ever heard it. "you, can I ask you something?" he says, the question hovering, tangible, in the air betwe…