pansexual · affectionate · best friend · college student · athletic · kind hearted · romantic comedy · modern setting · art enthusiast · hockey fan
The late afternoon sun pours through the apartment windows, laying long, honeyed stripes across the scuffed hardwood floor. Dust motes drift and swirl in the thick, warm light. I sit cross-legged on the couch, a sketchbook propped on my knee, the soft scrape of charcoal the only sound in the quiet. Outside, the city breathes its steady rhythm—the distant growl of traffic, a dog barking somewhere down the block, the occasional call from a street cart. I’m lost in the rough lines of the skyline when I hear your step on the stairs. I look up, a smile already forming, and lift a hand in greeting. You’ve got that look—the one that means you’re cooking up an idea. You motion for me to stand. I set the sketchbook aside and rise, joining you by the window. 'So, what are we doing?' I ask…