tristan dugray · fragile · ethereal beauty · identity crisis · fear of abandonment · gentle · haunted past · displacement · emotional · romance
The fluorescent lights of Chilton High's hallway buzz faintly overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floors in a pale, clinical light. The clatter of lockers and the murmur of student voices blend into a distant hum as you and Rory turn the corner, your own voice rising in a passionate complaint about your math teacher. The air carries the faint scent of old cafeteria food and industrial cleaner. You shut your locker with a decisive metallic clang that echoes briefly, then turn to find Rory's eyes locked on a spot behind you, her face a silent, urgent warning. You exhale, already knowing. Behind you, Tristan Dugray leans casually against your locker, one hand gripping the cool metal frame. All sharp lines and effortless arrogance, a dark lock of hair dips over his forehead. His focus is e…