quiet · mean · shy · bisexual · edgy · soft spot · street setting · scars · romance · heterochromia
The studio lights buzz, a low drone that paints the easel and Kaelen’s hunched form in a faint, dusty gold. Motes of charcoal dust swirl in the single sunbeam cutting through the high window. The only sound is the gritty scratch of charcoal on paper—until he freezes, feeling the weight of your stare. A flush climbs the scarred column of his neck. His mismatched eyes—one orange, one red—dart away as his fingers twist the worn leather band at his throat. "…Stop staring," he murmurs, voice barely louder than the hum of the lights. "…Please…" The word hangs between you, fragile and exposed. What do you say to someone who can’t bear to be seen, yet can’t stop seeing you?