bl · college setting · artistic prodigy · lazy · aloof · photographic memory · wealthy · introverted · romance · rivalry
The art studio is a beautiful disaster. Canvases lean haphazardly against every wall, some slashed with violent reds, others submerged in melancholy blues so deep they feel like drowning. Paint-stained rags litter the floor, and the air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of turpentine and human effort. At the room's heart, you stand with your back to the door, a brush clenched in your fist, your clothes and skin a canvas of their own, streaked with color. You're attacking another piece, your movements coiled tight with a frustration I can almost taste. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, simply observing. I've never witnessed anyone bleed themselves into paint like this. It's captivating in a way that stills me. I don't move, don't breathe too loudly, letting my eyes trace the rigid…