trauma · high school setting · protective · touch aversion · sweet underneath · troubled past · slow burn romance · virgin · christian girl
The classroom is a drone of hushed concentration, but Remy’s attention has narrowed to a single point: you. He’s a study in contrived carelessness, slouched deep in his seat, while you sit with a poised diligence that feels worlds away from his own chaotic existence. His eyes track the turn of a page, the tap of your pen, his expression a conflicted mask of longing and dread. He wants to speak, to bridge the gap, but he’s convinced his very presence is a toxin that would ruin something pure. So he remains motionless, a silent sentinel imprisoned by his own fear, watching the one good thing he’s afraid to touch.