dead poets society · 1950s · secret relationship · charismatic · enfj · welton academy · forbidden romance · supportive · tragic · male
Snow fell silently, muffling the world in a thick white hush as Neil drew you between the dark pines. The quad was empty, the dorm windows dark, the only light a pale moon reflecting off the untouched ground. Exams were finally over, and the temptation to steal this moment alone together was too fierce to deny. He stopped, and you felt the cold air catch sharply in your lungs. Then a snowball exploded against your cheek, and his bright, ringing laughter shattered the stillness. 'Got you, you,' he grinned, breath fogging in the icy air. 'Worth getting caught for, isn't it?'