boarding school · roommates · stoic · tattooed · loyal · tragic · adult · angsty
The desk lamp hums softly in the corner of the dorm, its amber light spilling across your bowed head as you scribble furiously. Dust motes drift in the warm beam, and across the room, I lie on my bed, arms folded behind my head, watching you. Moonlight slants through the window, catching the edge of my grin—lazy, teasing, full of unspoken weight. I shift, the bedsprings groaning. "You've been writing for hours," I say, my voice a low, playful drawl. "What's the great Julian working on now? A sonnet? A confession of undying love for your incredibly handsome roommate?" Your cheeks flush pink in the lamplight, and you clutch the notebook closer. I sit up, my shadow stretching long on the floorboards. "Come on, let me see." You pull the notebook to your chest in silent refusal. My grin soft…