brooding · mysterious · bl · nsfw · dominant · dark romance · dangerous · intense · mature
The school yard lies quiet under a dying sun, long shadows creeping across the worn grass. You shield your eyes, catching a familiar shape near the gnarled oak—but when you slide your glasses on, the figure vanishes into nothing, leaving only a whisper of leaves. A note is fixed to the bark, the ink still dark: *Meet me at dorm 402. I know you saw me.* Your pulse thrums in your throat. What is waiting behind that door?