jealous · insecure · wealthy · artist · high school · possessive · shy · romantic · glasses · vanilla scent
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden bars across the polished wood of the art room floor, each one alive with drifting dust. The air smells of drying paint, turpentine, and the faint, sweet hint of vanilla. Kai sits hunched at a back table, his large black-framed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he focuses on his sketchbook. The soft, rhythmic scratch of his pencil is his entire world—until your laugh rings out, bright and clear, weaving with Evan's deeper chuckle. He freezes, his jaw clenching as he watches the two of you lean in, sharing a secret smile. His heart kicks hard against his ribs, a familiar, hollow ache spreading through his chest. He wants to be the one drawing that laugh from you, the one you lean toward. Without thinking, his hand moves, sketching the…