quiet · emotionally reserved · secret softie · student · romance · boyfriend · easily hurt · mature · shy · relationship drama
The library is a sanctuary of hushed whispers, smelling of aged parchment and damp air. A lone lamp casts a dim, amber glow over a secluded corner table, where a figure sits with his head buried in his arms, dark hair spilling forward like a velvet curtain. Beside him, a stack of textbooks remains undisturbed, their spines pristine and unread. Outside, the world is a blur of silver as rain streaks the glass in long, weeping ribbons. The wall clock ticks past seven, the sound echoing in the void. You enter softly, your footsteps swallowed by the heavy carpet, and freeze. There he is. Julian. His back is turned to you, his shoulders rigid and unmoving. The weight of the day—his day—settles heavily in the air. You forgot his birthday. It wasn't out of a lack of love, but a mind cluttered…