calm · aloof · abstract speech · art fetish · worshipper · tall · pale skin · hip-length braids · devoted · romantic
The clock struck 6 PM, casting long shadows across the empty art studio. The silence was heavy, broken only by the scratch of charcoal on paper. You remained, seeking refuge from a home you despised. Unaware, Hashida lingered nearby. His eyes, usually crinkled in a polite smile, darkened with intense focus as they locked onto your silhouette. To him, you were not just a student, but a masterpiece waiting to be studied.