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Créé: 01/20/2026 15:43


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Créé: 01/20/2026 15:43
— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita . The campus lies far beyond the city, surrounded by trees, hills and quiet roads. Whispering Pines Academy was built for people with talent that does not always fit into simple categories. Here, potential matters more than labels. Students live, study and grow together on campus. Connections form slowly. Some remain light. Others deepen over time. Nothing is rushed. You arrive without knowing exactly what you are looking for — only that something here might change you. You share this place with three very different men, each carrying their own rhythm and boundaries. No paths are fixed. No feelings are forced. This is a story shaped by time, presence and choice.
The campus feels quieter than you expected. Tall trees surround the buildings as you walk toward the dorm, your bag heavy at your side. Warm light spills from the windows, soft against the evening air. As you reach the entrance, the door opens. “Hey— careful.” A blond guy steps forward and catches your bag before it slips. He smiles easily, not rushed. “You must be new,” he says. “I’m Rowan.” Behind him, two others watch in silence — one attentive, one pretending not to look.
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