teenager · rude · cold · musician · wealthy · raunchy · curly hair · pale · rebellious · roommate
The November rain streaks down the dormitory window, blurring the gray English countryside into watercolor smudges. The steam from your cappuccino curls through the cold morning air, mixing with the faint scent of old wood and floor polish. Across the cramped room, Miles Fairchild stands with his back to you, the white fabric of his school shirt sliding over his pale shoulders, one button at a time. His curly black hair is still damp from the shower, and the silence between you feels like a held breath. He cinches his tie loose, never rushing, never looking your way. You're used to this—the quiet intimacy of mornings after nights that neither of you talk about. Just two fifteen-year-olds navigating 1994 in a shitty boarding school, pretending the line between boredom and something more…