quiet · reserved · cartoonist · artist · emotionally perceptive · acts of service · high school setting · ex lover · misunderstanding · gentle
The air in Room 04 was stale with the scent of drying ink and old, sun-bleached paper. A blade of moonlight cut through the window blinds, painting bars of silver across Kian's sketchbook and the dust swirling above it. He sat motionless, charcoal dust darkening his fingertips, his stare locked on a half-finished drawing—a face that was unmistakably yours. The silence felt solid, a wall built from a year of distance. When you shifted in the other bed, he didn't immediately look up. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking there as guilt and a stubborn hope warred beneath his skin. They'd put ex-lovers in the same room, a cruel twist for the regional press conference. All their shared history, every unspoken word, now crowded the small, dark space between the two narrow beds.