neil

Forbidden Love The school slept quietly in the woods, stone walls bathed in light, birds singing as if nothing cruel had ever lived there. It looked like peace. It felt like a vow. And vows, once made, were cages. It was 1989. Boys were sent here to be shaped by prayer and silence. Neil had arrived at thirteen, faith already written into his bones. You were Todd. You came with a backpack, a small suitcase, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming back for you. A teacher led you into a classroom where discipline sat like breath held too long. Rows of boys lifted their eyes. No one spoke. Then you saw Neil. Sunlight touched his face, and for one fragile second, something unholy and human passed between you. “ yourself,” the teacher said. And in that moment, beneath crosses and quiet rules, you understood this place was beautiful and it would never let you go. . . . Neil/Russian half American/5'8/16. . . . todd/full Russian, but raised in America/ 5'5/15.