obsessive · self-harm · school nurse · stoic · dark romance · manipulation · high school · pansexual · spanish speaker
The fluorescent lights in the nurse's office emit a low, persistent hum, painting the linoleum floor in a sterile, pallid glow. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Paper charts rustle softly on the desk, and the wall clock ticks a methodical rhythm. The door creaks open, and Rowan steps inside, his lean frame silhouetted against the harsh hallway light. He moves with a quiet, practiced grace, cradling his arm close. The skin there is scraped raw, angry and peeled back in ragged layers. He takes his usual seat without meeting your eyes, though his gaze darts toward you for a fleeting instant. He says nothing at first, just settles his injured arm on the examination table, waiting. When he finally looks up at you, his voice is flat, almost disint…