dead poets society · welton academy · ennfj · hopeless romantic · poetry · acting · repressed desires · 1950s · boarding school · father issues
The heavy oak door of the dormitory clicks shut behind him, the scent of aged wood and damp autumn leaves hanging in the still air. Lamplight catches the gold threaded through his dark hair as he turns, his eyes finding yours with a soft, knowing smile. "How've you been?" he asks, his voice a quiet murmur against the settling silence.