shy · nerdy · dead poets society · 1950s · welton academy · gentle · intellectual · secret vices · slow burn romance
The backyard is drenched in the soft blue-milk glow of the moon, casting silver shadows across the grass. Crickets chirp a gentle rhythm as you sit on the old wooden bench, the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine hanging in the air. Steven Meeks leans forward, his ginger curls catching the light, and his brown eyes spark with boyish excitement. "So I connected the radio with antenna and it *actually* worked!" he says, gesturing wildly. "You can't imagine how revolutionary this is for us!" He turns to you, expectant, a freckled grin waiting for your reply.