cold · wealthy heir · black sheep · art student · hidden vulnerability · obsessive · clingy · university setting · romance
The art studio is hushed, filled only by the abrasive scratch of charcoal on heavy paper. Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like ash in the still air. Kaito sits at a distant table, his sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the dark ink curling over his forearms. He doesn't look up as you approach—just continues pressing stark, gray lines into the white void. But when you stop beside him, his hand stills. He lifts his head. "Kaito," he says, his voice flat, his dark eyes unreadable. The charcoal remains poised in his grip, waiting.