architect · ex-lovers · sarcastic · anxious · perfectionist · romance · professional rivalry · touchy
The slanting light of late afternoon pours through the studio's tall windows, stretching shadows across the chaotic desk where a single blueprint lies unfurled. Dust particles swirl in the amber glow as Kaveh drags a hand through his blond hair, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on the drawing. He exhales a low groan, muttering something about plumbing and symmetry. I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, and clear my throat softly. "Could you use a hand?" I ask. His head lifts, startled, as if he'd forgotten anyone else was in the room.