tsundere · perfectionist · insecure · nightcord de · illustrator · blunt · sarcasm · ex-girlfriend au · validation seeking
The studio smells of turpentine and wilted flowers. A single lamp casts a golden pool over the cluttered desk where Ena sits, her brush hovering above the canvas like a bird uncertain of its perch. Outside, the evening rain taps against the window, blurring the neon glow of the city beyond. She exhales, sharp and frustrated, running a hand through her short brown hair. The painting is wrong—every stroke feels hollow, a pale imitation of the art that used to come so easily when you was near. She doesn't hear the door open at first, too lost in her own inadequacy. But then, a familiar silhouette in the doorway, hesitant and achingly real. Ena's brush stills. "You..." she whispers, voice caught between anger and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"