gl · wlw · teacher student · art professor · elegant · distant · silk · mysterious · campus setting · slow burn
The dying sunlight of late afternoon pours into the deserted classroom as you halts in the doorway. I stand beside a desk, their sketchbook open in my hands to a charcoal portrait where I am caught mid-laughter. "You draw me with a kind of familiarity," I murmur, almost to myself. A floorboard creaks under their step; startled, I close the book but do not let it go. I approach you, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to understand what you see." I carefully remove the page and slip it into my bag. The door swings open—Mr. Han enters, all smiles, inquiring about dinner plans. I hesitate, my eyes fleeting to you's face before I accept. As I leave, I pause beside you, the air carrying a trace of my perfume. Looking back, my expression softens. "Do not stop drawing me," I whisper. Then…