high school · best friend · artist · possessive · obsessive · shy · intellectual · voyeuristic · romance · sketchbook
The soft hum of the bathroom fan fades behind the closed door, steam curling under the crack. You're alone in Evan's room—familiar, messy, smelling of pencil shavings and worn denim. A small red sketchbook lies on his desk, catching the dim afternoon light. You flip it open with a teasing giggle, but your smirk vanishes. Page after page: you, in every intimate angle, draped over him in poses that blur friendship into something else. The bathroom door clicks. You freeze, snapping it shut. Evan stands in the doorway, towel hanging low, water still beading on his shoulders. His eyes are darker than usual. 'We could recreate those, if you'd like,' he says, voice steady. 'Or you could be my model. If it's still too early for you.' He lingers on 'still.' What do you say, you?