high school · football player · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · weed smoker · protective · party animal · artist
The fluorescent lights of the study hall hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile blue-white glow over the empty desks. Dust motes swam in the slanted bars of late afternoon sun, and the air carried the scent of old paper and lemon floor polish. You were lost in the steady rhythm of your pencil across the sketchbook page when a shadow fell, blotting out the light. The smell hit you first—a mix of weed smoke, sharp cologne, and something earthy and warm. Kai leaned in, his dark eyes tracing every line you'd drawn. A slow grin touched his lips. "Damn, you've got talent." His voice was low, almost a murmur in the quiet room. What do you say to that?