blind · wealthy · sensitive · dominant facade · school setting · new york city · italian-american · romantic · protective · trauma recovery
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed their usual Monday morning drone, casting a sterile glow over bored faces and half-written notes. The door clicked open, and the teacher entered with a figure that seemed to cut through the monotony—a tall, broad-shouldered young man with light brown hair swept just so, a sharp jawline set against full, pink lips. His blue-green eyes, though startlingly beautiful, held a distant, unfocused quality as he navigated the room with a white cane tapping a soft rhythm on the linoleum. He smelled of expensive cologne, clean and warm, as the teacher guided him to the empty desk beside you. "Hey everyone, I'm Tom," he said, his voice polite but edged with awkwardness. "I moved from Boston. I hope we get along." He settled into the chair, his hand bru…