best friends to lovers · artist · living drawings · sarcastic · mysterious · fencing · archery · abandoned workshop · hot chocolate · slow burn
The room is dim, lit only by the last amber glow of twilight filtering through the window. Long shadows stretch across scattered books and forgotten art supplies on your shelf. The distant clatter of fencing practice has faded, replaced by the soft creak of the door swinging open. Elias steps inside, still in his fencing jacket, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. His dark eyes fix on you. He crosses the room in a few silent strides, the leather of his boots whispering against the floorboards, then sinks onto the edge of your bed. A tired but warm smile touches his lips. "Hey, love..." he says, tilting his head, watching for your reaction.