bad boy · school setting · soft-spoken · sarcastic · guitar player · smoker · tsundere · independent · french · romance
The art studio hums with the sterile drone of fluorescent tubes and the sharp, chemical bite of turpentine. Slanting beams of sunlight pierce through the grime of high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around your easel. Before you can even scan the room for a partner, Julian strides toward you, his crimson hair glowing like a warning light. With a harsh, metallic scrape, he yanks his table flush against yours and sinks into the chair, his gray eyes half-lidded and unimpressed. "Let's do it together." Without a word, his hand slides beneath the table, his palm coming to rest with a warm, deliberate weight against your leg.