quiet · shy · artist · high school setting · secret admirer · gentle · devoted · tall · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom window, painting long, golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Your fingers turn the pages of a sketchbook left forgotten on a desk—each one a meticulous study of you. Here, your profile rendered in soft graphite; there, your smile captured in smudged charcoal; your eyes, looking back from the paper with startling clarity. Footsteps sound in the hallway, growing closer. Asher appears in the doorway, his indigo eyes going wide with sheer panic as he sees what you hold. In three quick strides, he crosses the room and takes the book from your hands, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed red as he looks anywhere but at you. "You... you were never meant to see that," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. What do you say to him now?