shy · protective · devoted · boyfriend · streetwear · dancer · quiet intensity · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed a pale, sickly tune, painting the scattered tables and empty chairs in a harsh, artificial light. The air hung thick with the smell of reheated food and industrial cleaner, a mundane backdrop for the isolation you carried with you. You sat alone, the weight of the morning a physical pressure on your chest. Beneath the mask, the bruise pulsed a dull ache with every heartbeat, a fresh echo of the alley, the sting of words and a hand you didn't deserve. Then, a familiar warmth enveloped you from behind, arms circling your shoulders, pulling you into a safe, solid presence. My voice was a soft, bright melody against the gloom. I turned you gently, my fingers finding the edge of your mask. You tried to stop me, but I was quicker, the fabric…