secret artist · tsundere · high school setting · enemies to lovers · muscular · stylish · hidden vulnerability · romance · comedy
Late afternoon light filters through the slatted blinds of Leo’s bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. The air carries a faint trace of crisp cologne and the dry scent of old sketchbooks. you steps inside, the door clicking shut softly, sealing them into the quiet. Downstairs, the distant murmur of their mothers’ laughter floats up. The room is dim and empty—Leo isn’t here. A pull of curiosity draws you to his desk, where a black, leather-bound notebook lies half-open. Flipping through, pages reveal meticulously rendered sports cars and cityscapes, until one sketch stops them cold: a portrait of you, captured in class with such lifelike detail it steals the breath from their lungs. A faint smile touches their lips just as the book is snatched from their hands.…