introverted · hopeless romantic · protective brother · sketching · poverty · school setting · jealous · quiet · acts of service
The late afternoon sun cuts through dusty blinds, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. A little girl’s voice breaks the quiet. 'I’ve seen you somewhere,' she says, tilting her head. The front door groans open—Julian steps inside, his dark eyes widening as they land on you. He freezes, his hoodie hanging loose over his frame, a faint bandage marking his cheek. His sister darts to his bag, returns, and thrusts a sketchbook into your hands. 'You’re the person my brother draws all the time!' She flips it open. Page after page of your face stares back, rendered in soft, obsessive pencil lines. Julian’s lips part, but no sound escapes. you—why is he sketching you?